The Nerd Who Can Fight

Chapter Four

I'm in one of those good sleeps where you just feel so comfortable and warm, and so relaxed. Aaaand my alarm goes off. I groan and sit up. I grab my phone and check Facebook. All of it is just messages from family saying "How was school?" Or "'Nother first day, eh?" Stuff like that. I look in the mirror and my bruise has gotten more noticeable overnight. It's all green and blue and purple. "Ewwwe" I whisper as I cover it up. I pick out a pair it jeans and a t-shirt, and I get dressed. All while trying not to wipe off the concealer. I walk across the hall and do all my morning stuff, like brushing my hair and everything. I don't feel like eating this morning, so I go ahead and brush my teeth.
I hop in Colin's jeep and my mom comes walking out with a plate. Crap. "Lilac, don't forget your breakfast!" My mom says with a smirk as she hands me a waffle. "Thanks mom." I mumble. Colin just giggles. Halfway to school, I throw it out the window.
"Have you told anyone?" I ask Colin. He shakes his head. "Have you?" He asks me. "Don't worry. I took care of it." I reply. "Are you sure?" He asks. "This guy has friends. And they'll be coming after you. You have me on speed dial on your phone. If too many come after you, hold 'em off until I get there." He says in a serious tone. I look out the window. "As I said, don't worry about it." I whisper. He puts his hand on my shoulder and says "Lilac, just don't overestimate yourself. I know you're amazing at fighting, but still." As he finishes his sentence we pull up to the front of the building where he drops me off. I hop out in a worse mood than what I was in earlier.
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I finished everything I had to do in first hour so I sit there and read The Golden Compass. My aunt has been trying to get me to read it for years and I finally got a chance to.
The guy from yesterday flops down next to me. His friends standing around me. "Hay nerd!" He yells. I ignore him and keep reading my book. "Whatchya reading?" He asks/yells as he rips the book out of my hands. He starts reading it aloud and gets confused by half the words in there. I start giggling because he is obviously imbarresed. He throws my book and scrunches his nose. He then yelps in pain.
I get up and grab my book and sit back down. He and his posse go sit somewhere else. I continue reading as he complains about his nose.