Curse Me, I'm Popular PG-13

Chapter 8

When I was eight my cousin was playing with a soccer ball at a family picnic. He was a lot older than me, with a power leg and a lot of soccer practice behind him. He didn't see me and plowed the ball right into my stomach. I couldn't breath for ten seconds. But this. This simple text was one hundred times worse. Serinna is breaking up with me. Through a text of all things. A text? She really couldn't say it to my face? I typed her back, breathing hard.

What? Why?

Because I don't love you she typed back almost instantly. I typed again.

You can't just stop loving someone. What did I do wrong? Did I say something? Is it the bullying? Please, just say why? She typed back. My heart fell into my stomach and my blood boiled.

I met someone. He is perfect. I hate you. Don't talk to me or text me again.   

"Everything alright?" Violet asked. I didn't respond, just stared at the open road in front of us, trying to hold back tears. Call it whatever you want. High school puppy love, lust, nothing important. But I loved her. She was my everything. She made me laugh and smile. She made me be comfortable being myself. Not the popular sex symbol. But me. The me she met and stayed with through everything. Violet didn't press on, she just pulled into her driveway.

"We'll start earlier tomorrow. It'll be Saturday so we got the whole weekend. Bye, Ferris." I nodded and got out, walking to my house, leaving footprints in the snow. I got inside and just went to my room, shed off my coat and laid there. I got nothing now. So what's the point? My eyelids felt heavy. And I soon fell asleep.

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"Rabbit Boy!" I shoved him into the lockers. The popular upper classmates chuckled in satisfaction at my  actions. That made me happy. I looked down at the blob of awkwardness and fat at my knees. Blonde hair with baggy jeans and checkered shirts. He had freckles everywhere. He's trying to pull himself in a ball.

"No one likes you. So just hop back into your little hole and stay there!" I kicked him. Harder than I wanted but it got my point across. He's nothing. I laughed an looked back for approval from my new friends but they weren't there anymore. Nobody was there; the hallway was empty and dead silent. Nothing but the sound of my breathing and the kid's crying. I turned back to him. He looked back up at me with big swollen eyes. Those eyes... I know those eyes...

"I hate you!" He yelled at me. Suddenly the lockers around us started to vibrate and clang. He got up from his fetal position and glared at me.

"You're gonna pay. I'm gonna make you pay." He walked towards me slowly. I backed away with every step he took towards me. He kept mumbling stuff like "Pay, you're going to pay, make you pay..." I hit the lockers. I was going to make a beeline towards the exit but he was too close. I slid down to my knees as he hovered over me like a predator. And I'm the prey.

"You are going to pay." he growled it, with not a sherd of human left in his voice. I started to cry.

"Please," I begged, "Don't."
I noticed a dagger in his hand. He lifted it over his head.

"MAKE YOU PAY!" he screeched as the dagger came down. I screamed.

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"NOOOOOO!" I bolted up in bed. Sweat was pouring down my face. The moon was high in the sky and making streaks of light through my bedroom.I looked at the clock. 1:27 am. Another nightmare. I rested my head in my hands and tried to calm down my breathing. Now I know for sure he is who is causing this. I just wish I remembered his name...

I jumped when I heard the phone ring. It was the home phone. I got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. That was the only place where the home phone was because of my tech savvy parents. I picked it up. The caller ID spelled Mom. I smiled and sighed in relief. She called me. She actually called me. A little weird to be on the home phone but she called me! I pressed answer.

"Mom I'm so glad you called!"

"Hey honey. How's home alone treating you?" She must be in a good mood. She never calls me honey.

"Fine, I guess. But mom, could you come home please? Some stuff has been happening and I got hurt and Serinna dumped me over text and I think something-"

"Woah, slow down Ferris. Now what's this about Serinna?"

"Well, she dumped me but that's not imp-"

"Couldn't handle your inflating ego anymore could she?" I furrowed my brows.

"What? Mom-"

"And you did deserve that head trauma by the way. Such a grumpy boy at the library." My breathing stopped dead. Oh my God...

"Why are you doing this?" A tear fell down my cheek.

"To make sure karma is served. You made my life horrible..." The voiced was my mother's, but now distorted and demonic. He hung up. I heard a glass cracking in the living room. I ran there. Right above the couch facing towards me was a mirror.

NOW I MAKE YOUR LIFE HORRIBLE  

The word were running down and hitting the couch, leaving a big red spot. I ran back upstairs to my room, my only sanctuary. I locked the door and pushed a chair in front of it. I locked and pulled the blinds on my window. I buried my self under blankets with a pillow over my head and cried myself to sleep.