Nerd Alert

Broken.

"Shit." I mumbled as I put a hand to my head. Those boys never fail to have their fun. I slowly lifted myself up while massaging my head. I glanced at my clock and saw that it was only 5:30 in the morning. I looked around my room in darkness. Wait, my room? How did I? I can't remember. How did I get to my room? Last thing I remember is leaning against a wall.
I probably hit my head or something, I thought, shaking the thoughts out of my head.
I groaned as I pushed the sheets off of me and stood up. My head started spinning so I quickly grabbed the bed post to steady myself.
I dragged myself to my bathroom and turned the shower on. I stripped the clothes I was wearing yesterday off my body and examined some of the bruises and cuts.
"Hmm, not too bad. Those bruises will turn nice and purple by the end of today." I stated as my eyes ran over my arms and legs.
I squinted in disapproval as I looked at my face in the mirror. My hair was stiff and dirty and my eyes were almost squeezed shut. My bottom lip was cut and there was a dark bruise on my cheek bone.
I blinked back the tears and stepped into the shower, moaning as the hot water ran over my hair and body relieving the pain.
I scrubbed the shoe marks and dirt off my body violently as if hoping I could scrub my entire existence off this world.
I scrubbed up and down so hard that my skin started to peel and it started to turn red however that didn't stop me. I bit my lip to contain the pain and kept scrubbing, taking my frustration out on myself.
I could feel the tears taking over my eyesight.
"It's all your fault!" I screeched.
"If you didn't have so many damn flaws, they wouldn't have the need to pick on you so much!" I shouted and finally after not being able to control myself, I threw the fucking scrub on the wall and slipped down the shower tiles landing my bruised butt hard on the shower floor.
"I hate you! I hate you!" I yelled like a maniac as the tears poured out.
I cried as the water poured down on my head mixing with my tears as it went down the drain.
I rubbed my face as I stood up after God knows how long. I stepped out of the shower, my skin all wrinkly. I looked at the clock and saw that it had been half an hour.
I let out a deep sigh as I made my way to my closet. I chose a black top -- not going to make the mistake of wearing a white one-- and a pair of dark jeans to cover the bruises on my leg. I chucked a flannel over the black top so the bruises on my arm would be covered too. I shoved my feet into my stained converse and walked to my mirror. This was the least favourite part in my room as the longer I stared at my reflection, the more I started to see why I was so hated. I closed my eyes as I brushed my damp, dark brown hair, breaking the knots. I opened my eyes quickly seeing my hair stick to my body down to my waist.
I turned away from the mirror, picking up my black backpack. I grabbed my earphones and phone from my bed side table and darted out of my room. I stopped abruptly realising that I had to cover the bruises on my face.
I rolled my eyes as I stepped back in and quickly slapped foundation over the bruises, making them less obvious. I put some concealer under my eyes and a little blush to bring back some colour to my pale face. I rubbed some cream and them lipbalm over the cut on my lip. I picked my bag back up and made my way out of my room and down the stairs. I picked up a breakfast bar and a bottle of water as I passed the kitchen.
When I stepped outside the door, I lifted my hand up checking the time on my watch.
6:30 am.
Maybe if I start walking now I'll get there before others will notice, I decided. I don't even consider the bus. Public transport is like asking to be tortured before school has even started.
Another piece of logic from 'Rules of a nerd 101'.
I plugged my earphones into my phone and then put a piece in my ear. I selected a random song and started walking.

What a day this has started out as.

"What the heck are you doing?" A harsh voice spat at me. I turned around to glare at whoever the prick was when I saw one of Eli's minions narrowing his eyes at me in disgust, as if the sight of me was purely offensive to the human species.
I hunched my shoulders down, casting my eyes away from his intense glare.
"Sorry" I muttered as I stepped out of the cafeteria line allowing him to step in front of me. I hadn't realised that the rest of the clan were all there and so instead of moving one space back, I had moved about twenty. Unfortunately for me, Eli happened to be the last of all of them so I had to hold my breath and pray to God that he would just move on and leave me alone and surprisingly, he did. Well all the way to the place that we had to pay.
"It's all on her" he grinned at the woman behind the register and my eyes widened in shock. I don't know if I had that much money in my purse.
I opened my wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to the woman with shaky hands, biting back a sob.
I picked up my tray and turned around to see Eli standing there with a satisfied smirk. Looking past him I saw Justin sitting there with an apologetic look on his face. I paid for him too.
Before I could process what was happening. A hand flicked my tray up from under, sending all the food over my top, face and bits of my hair.
I blinked in surprise, holding my breath.
"Asshole" I blew out without thinking. When I realised what I had said, my eyes widened as it looked up to meet Eli's stormy ones.
"What did you say bitch?" He growled dangerously.
"I got to-" I turned my head around the cafeteria to see all eyes on us.
"I have to go" I mumbled as I took off out of the cafeteria doors. I speed walked in the direction of the bathroom, praying that there weren't any girls in there. I was almost at the door when a hand grabbed my wrist spinning me around.
"Hey Savannah? Are you alright?" Justin asked and I saw the concern in his eyes as he looked at me.
"Does it look like I'm alright?" I muttered, on the verge of breaking into tears. I couldn't be bothered if he got mad at me for saying that and got Eli on my back.
"Let me go" I pleaded stubbornly as my eyes started to blur.
"No, Savannah you can't just let them hurt you like this. You need to stand up to them, I know you can." He encouraged. I was taken aback at what he said but I so badly wanted to be alone right now.
"You don't know anything about me" I said through gritted teeth as the tears finally poured out. I started pulling myself away from his grip. I turned around, walking fast towards the oh so close bathrooms.
"You can't let them break you like this!" He shouted, his voice echoing through the empty hallway.
I stopped in my tracks and hesitated before turning around slowly. With tears now running freely over my food stained face, I opened my mouth to reply.
"They aren't." I said and his eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Cause they can't break someone, that's already broken." I finished and his face visibly dropped, obviously not expecting me to say that. I sent him a sad smile before darting left into the bathroom.
I stopped abruptly when I saw the group of girls in front of the mirror with makeup in their hands looking at me in disgust. All but one. She was looking at me with pity and a tad bit of regret. Well screw them all and her especially.
"Ew, I've never seen this species of rodents before" she squeaked and I had to squeeze my fists to refrain from going at her.
I quickly went into the first stall, locking the door quickly. I took my backpack off my back, rolling my shoulders to relieve the feeling of the weight off my back. I always keep a spare t-shirt in my bag, it's become a habit.
I carefully took my shirt off, making sure the food didn't rub on my body.
I slipped on my spare grey t-shirt and put my flannel back on top, thankfully that was spared.
I cleaned the dirty top with a few tissues before stuffing it in my bag.
I sighed and leant against the wall as I waited for the girls to leave the bathroom.
I finally unlocked the door and stepped out of the stall once I was sure they had left.
I looked at my dirty hair and face that was decorated with bits of lasagna.
Opening the tap, I splashed the water onto my face feeling relief as I washed away the tears and food. I rubbed my hands over my face and wiped it with a tissue.
I examined my hair. By now I had taken the majority of the pieces out and all that was left was the red sauce.
I put water into my bowl- shaped hands and flicked it over my hair washing the sauce out. I ran my hands through my long hair, cleaning it as much as possible.
I pulled my hair to one side and braided it down, out of my face.
I noticed how the bruises on my face were now noticeable as the makeup had washed off.
I sighed in frustration as I picked up my bag and trudged towards the library.

There was no way in hell that I was going to class like this.