My Saviour (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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Dreading the possible evil schemes Caitlin has come up with, I am quiet in the car ride school as I think of how to avoid her. I have come with a list so far:

a) Take the longer route to the locker as there are no chances of crossing paths with Caitlin as I pass her locker through the long route.

b) Plug in earphones at all times unless in class.

c) Argue with Joanne until she agrees to me eating in the library today so I can avoid public humiliation. However, if she doesn't allow it, plug in earphones and sit at a table which is close to an exit as a result if she approaches, it gives me a quick escape.

d) If in contact, be sweet, offer help in anything she needs, do as she says and last and definitely least and if needed at all b*tch back nicely, so she wouldn't mind. DO NOT BE OFFENSIVE OR DEFENSIVE. Stay neutral.

If you haven't already Caitlin scares the living daylights out of me. There is a reason I call her monster. Hell, our school lacks intelligence because anyone with half a brain is driven out of school because it's literally Caitlin's job to make nerds/geeks/anyone without a social life, a living breathing hell.

People who are smart with a slight social life are also picked on. But, if this person has close friends who are socially active, she choses not to pick on them. If she feels inferior towards a person (Joanne) she tries to put them down as well. Usually she gives up after a certain number of tries because she fails miserably, but in Joanne's case it's different. Why? Because Joanne is my best friend. So? Caitlin's life mission is to drive me out of this school. 

After yesterday I was so scared that I changed my whole style so that Caitlin the witch wouldn't recognize me. 

I wore a pair of grey loose sweats and a black tank top and I paired them with shoes! I paired them with freakin' Supras! Do I ever wear shoes if I don't need to? No way! So I borrowed the black Supras from Joanne, even though she thought I was completely nuts. I tied my hair into a messy bun.

So that's why I look like this right now in the car. My hair is usually done nicely not carelessly, and my style is more girly. I feel like such a guy. 

I look over at Joanne. She's wearing ripped skinnies with a sweatshirt and a snapback. The snapback and the shoes were  matching — a shocking light blue. To me, Joanne was dressed like a guy, so you can imagine what I feel like.

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The day is normal.

Actually I don't even know what normal is. Is it Caitlin embarrassing the hell out of me or Joanne saving me? Is it where I humiliate myself or get bullied by Caitlin's cronies? Is it when I stumble upon myself or someone else does it?

I don't know.

One thing is for sure though. None of the above happened. Other than the occasional falls, but that was my clumsiness. 

I didn't get a second look. I even crossed paths with Caitlin but she just glanced at me. So here I am, contemplating whether to sit at the cafeteria or go to the library.

Seeing how today has been going I figure that it's okay to sit amongst these buffoons who are supposedly here for an education. We all know, high school for most teens is all about the parties and sex. I'm blunt I know. School is a social gathering and students don't give one single damn about their grades. They only study when there is an important exam because if they don't, they'll get screwed by their parents and/or won't get into a decent college.