His Fault

Chapter 1☁︎

Not many people see Isaac Holland as a bad guy.

Obviously they need glasses or something.

He is the most annoying guy in the whole world. And I literally mean, the WHOLE world. According to other girls, he's some hottie at school.

To me, it's satan strolling down the hallway. With his "pearl white sparkling smile" and "ocean blue eyes", he was any girl's target. I swore someone was going to eat him every time he walked around the school. He was popular, but he didn't deserve to be.
Me, on the other hand, is his victim of choice. I'm so-called popular and his "perfect match". People say we look almost like models. I wouldn't be so sure. I think Isaac's pretty ugly.
My best friend, Chelsea, makes jokes about us all the time. Maybe because of Isaac and I's constant quarrels.
"He's the Brad Pitt to your Angelina Jolie."
I groan.
"Chels, can you not?" She giggles and continues to write in her notebook.
"C'mon, it's the beginning of a brand-new year! You guys should SO hang out!!"
I slap her, but not enough to hurt her.
"Ow! Ugh, Mia, seriously though. You're gorgeous. Any guy would DIE to date you," she sighs and drops the pen she was holding. "I wanna boyfriend... things would be great. Then people wouldn't call me a Pringle."
I roll my eyes and laugh at her.
"No one calls you a Pringle, Chelsea."
"But everyone knows I'm single!!"
I was about to comment but then I heard a voice behind me.
"You girls seem to be having a lot of fun."

Ew. It was Greg Clark. I absolutely hate Greg. In second grade, it was his birthday and he brought cupcakes. I was patiently waiting for a cupcake, like any regular polite kid. When it was my turn to get one, he took a cupcake and smashed it on my head. Of course he got in trouble and was forced to say sorry, but I still hate him.

"So... you ladies busy?"
Chelsea shook her head.
"Nah, what's up?"
He smiled at her, and then looked at me.
"How about you, gorgeous?"
I mumble a few curses. He leaned it.
"What was that, Adams?"
I punch him in the shoulder.
"Get away from me." He shrugged and looked back at Chelsea.
"We should hang out some time, Chelsea."
She nods eagerly and they exchange numbers.
"OMG!! Greg told me that we should hang out!! OMG OMG OMG!!!" I push her face out of my view.
"I was sitting here the whole time, Chels. Stop saying OMG."
She pouted.
"Come onnn Mia. Greg Clark is so cute! Why wouldn't you go out with him?" I ignore her question. Yes, Chelsea was the girl any guy could possibly ask for. She was kind, considerate, and all those goody goody features. She was very reliable and supportive. Also, did I mention she was drop-dead gorgeous. Yes, she was blond, but she was not stupid. She had a light tan and brown eyes. If her eyes were blue, she would look like a beach babe.

"Still single, brat?"
I whip around to see the one and only Isaac Holland.
"What do you want, loser?" I spat out.
"Chill, I was just asking." He sat down next to me.

Who the heck gave him permission to sit there? Definitely NOT me.
I kick him as hard as I could.
A teacher saw me.
"Miss Adams, come with me."
I groaned and stood up. Chelsea looked kinda excited to be alone with Isaac, but she quickly rubbed the smile off her face when she realized I was watching.
"Mia, we all know to keep our hands and feet to ourselves. You're not in elementary school anymore."
"Yeah, or else I'd be hitting my growth spurt quite early."
The teacher scowled at me.
"Mia, do not talk back, that is rude. Do you need to be sent to the principal's office and embarrass yourself?"
I cross my arms and look away. The teacher took my face and turned it towards her. I automatically slapped her hand without meaning to. Her eyes widened and she looked pissed.
"Mia, office. Now."

And I don't know what was wrong with me, but I screamed
"PEDOPHILE!!!!!"
I ran and hid in the bathroom.
I called my mom to pick me up.
She asked why, and I told her I didn't feel good. As a sophomore, it seemed pretty stupid using that excuse, but my mom was a very concerning type of mom. She always kept me home back in middle school, even when I had the lightest coughs.

Okay, so technically I skipped the first day of school without them knowing. Thank goodness mom backed me up.
"She was not feeling well. Oh my, she threw up. I'm sorry, I have to go tend to my baby." And she hung up. Just like that. No questions either. I love my mama.