Since the day I was born, everyone has looked at me weird; except one person. My whole life Ive always stayed to myself. In school, I always only spoke when spoken to.. never said or did to much to draw attention to myself. This is all of course before I met my best friend, Vinny. He hated when I called him Vinny. It was the funniest thing. We don't talk anymore... for some reason it's seems like he hates me now.
I always admired the way he looked. Maybe I was a little jelly. Everyone wants to look like him or wants him. I just wished I had my friend back. I always tell myself I need to get over it. Like damn...it was 4 years ago Amara.
I smack my head over and over again on the dirty-ass lunch table that probably only gets clean once a week. I never sit at lunch, I'm being a weirdo in the corner watching him, while sitting next to a trash can.
but before you say something...I got bored of eating in the bathroom. I mean it is not really good for my mental health but I guess watching a white boy and his racist ass friends in the corner isn't any better.
*RING*
the bell takes me out of my trance. I have early outs so I might as well skip school and then just come back for track practice.
Guess who does track too? you guessed it, no other than Vincent. We were on the same club track team when we were little. I wasn't gonna quit just because one person doesn't like me.
As I walk to the lunch room his whole "gang" walks out. He immediately looks at me, all of sudden I'm feeling a little nauseous. I look away instantly. I look up to see if he still looking at me. He is looking straight at me. I cant read him. I keep eye contact. It's almost like we are having a staring consent waiting for the first person to blink.
His eyes move first. He looks me up and down. And my makes eye contact again; this time I can read his face.
Disgust.
He turns around leaving me there. What a jerk. I feel my eyes getting watery. I haven't moved in what feels forever. That was the first time he looked at me in 3 years. I do sometimes catch him side glancing me but that's only for like 5 sec max .
I look down at my shoes. Am I that ugly? Why would he look at me like that? Is my outfit that bad?
The second bell ring fills my ears. If I don't move now those bitch ass bratty ass hall monitors are gonna come and write me up.
Some way somehow I find away to walk out of the school. Shit...I look over to my car and Vinny friends are literally sitting on top of my car that I PAYED for.
I press my unlock button a couple of times.
3 person
Despite repeatedly pressing the unlock button, Vinny's friends remained perched on Amara's car, their jeering laughter audible from a distance. Frustration boiled inside her, but she swallowed it down, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her lose her composure.
She strode toward the car, her pace deliberate. The clique glanced her way, grins fading as they caught the intensity in her gaze. Without a word, Amara unlocked the vehicle, the sharp click of the doors punctuating the sudden hush that fell upon them.
One of Vinny's friends, a lanky boy with an air of arrogance, hesitated, then offered a smug smirk. "What, you gonna cry to Vincent about it?"
Amara's lips curled into a tight line. Instead of responding, she calmly pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of them lounging on her car. "This isn't over," she stated firmly, locking eyes with each of them before sliding into the driver's seat.
As she drove away, adrenaline thrumming through her veins, a whirlwind of emotions tugged at her thoughts. Anger mingled with hurt, confusion with determination. She needed answers. The echoes of that disdainful gaze from Vinny lingered, plaguing her mind.
Skipping school felt liberating and suffocating at the same time. With the afternoon stretching ahead, Amara's thoughts swirled around the memories she once cherished with Vinny. She reached for her phone, hesitated, then dialed his number.
It rang once, twice, before going to voicemail. The silence that followed left her more conflicted. Should she leave a message? Pour her heart out or remain stoic?
Resolute, she chose to leave a message. "Vincent, it's Amara. We need to talk. Meet me at the track after practice, please." Her voice wavered slightly before she ended the call.
The hours ticked by slowly until she found herself at the track, watching the rhythmic pattern of feet pounding the ground. The familiar thud of spikes on the track announced the arrival of the team.
Among them, Vinny's presence was unmistakable. His eyes met hers briefly before he veered off, pretending to stretch. Amara's heart sank. The gesture spoke volumes, echoing the disdain she felt earlier.
Determination flared within her. She marched over, blocking his path. "Vincent, we need to talk," she demanded, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
He glanced around uncomfortably, then faced her, a veneer of indifference masking deeper emotions. "There's nothing to talk about, Amara."
"Why are you treating me like this? What did I do?" Her words spilled out, desperation and hurt evident in her tone.
Vinny's jaw clenched, a flicker of conflict passing over his features. "It's not about you, okay? Just leave it alone."
Before she could press further, he pivoted, striding away, leaving Amara alone on the track, grappling with unanswered questions and a surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
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First chapter...it was quite long...also this is kinda my first time writing so NTM
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