I let out an exhausted sigh as I entered
first period which was Science. Don't
get me wrong, I love that subject. It's
just that I'll be sharing it once again with
none other than the devil's spawn.
Most people my grade find this subject a bore but I thought otherwise; I find it the most interesting.
I just love all that Kinetic energy things and shit.
I spot my usual seat which was located
at the back of the class.
I made a beeline as I tossed my backpack next to the chair and then I sat there in silence, observing my surrounding as I thought wow I have no friends.
This is pathetic. Since when did I cared
about my nonexistent social life? There
are better things to think about like food
for example. Which reminds me, I had
brought some.
I bent down to get the granola bars that
I had packed earlier from my backpack
when out of the sudden, I felt something
hard smack the back of my head.
"Son of a-!" I shrieked in pain before
I stopped mid sentences when my
eyes landed on Satan's minion himself
who was smirking whilst bouncing a
basketball in his hands which I suppose
was the object that had hit my head.
"Oops!" Vans said, hiding a mischievous smile.
"I thought you were a post or
something" His friends laughed.
Um, did I miss something? I don't get it,
what was so funny about what he said?
"I don't know what's sadder, your face or
your friends lacking sense of humor," I
said in nonchalance.
"Hmm..probably you missing puberty"
He said. His friends erupted in laughter
again.
I rolled my eyes and began devouring my
granola bar. These airheads don't even
deserve a fraction of my energy. Why
would I waste my precious time over a
petty argument.
"Little Nerdy's getting mad" Vans teased
and I shot him a glare. Seriously boy?
Please leave.
He tried teasing again, upon realizing he
failed, he snatched the granola bar that I
was peacefully eating and brought it all to his mouth. Eating it like a cannibal that he is.
I stood up from my seat in fury. "At least
I don't go hoeing around the campus
getting every STD!" I spat at him and
suddenly the whole room dropped in
silence.
If looks could kill, I was already dead
and chopped in 1x1 pieces.
Vans was looking at me with anger and I was afraid he might swallow me in whole the same way he did to my granola bar.
Vans was about to say something but
Mr. Jacobsen, our Science Teacher,
entered the doorway announcing "Get
back to your seats!"
I sat with grace unlike Vans who threw
his ball down violently, earning a warning
look from Mr. Jacobsen.
I could tell that he was pissed.
AS you can see, Vans had a reputation at school.
As cliché this may sound, he was the school's Popular Guy.
He was a Playboy and everyone feared him.
He was probably taken back by me- a nerd, for spitting him back with an attitude.
Well, sorry but not everyone kisses your ass, Milson.
Since Freshmen year, me and Vans
had been sharing the same classes
unfortunately.
He was always worshipped like he was some god or something.
All the girls wanted to be with him and boys wanted to be him. I, however, loathe him with such passion.
He was an ass, a douchebag, and a complete narcissist.
I despised guys like him. I didn't even get
why everyone liked him.
