Pushed to be Perfect

Chapter 6: Dimple dude

I'm shocked.

So are the other girls in the class.

I can see them giving me disgusted looks as I take my seat next to dimple dude, aka Chase. He doesn't acknowledge me at all when I take my seat next to him.

"Hey..I'm the girl you paid for on the bus this morning.."  I said to him, as he looked the opposite way.

Silence.

"Uhmm...So what's your name?" I asked, even though we both knew I knew it.

Shit. I'm ranting.

He looked at me, his hand supporting his face, eyes gazing into mine.

"Chase." he responded. And turned around to look the other way.

While Mr. Harrison was lecturing everyone on some propaganda from the 15th century, I caught people staring and snicker at me.

"She's probably poor. She's wearing old clothes."     "How did she even get into this school?"       "She's not even that pretty to be honest.."         "She's never been to high school before? It's literally the second semester!"

I pretended not to hear anything until the bell rang and I RAN from there. I was the first person out the door, even though I was sitting in the back. It left a few astonished faces.

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Next, I had P.E. 

Shit. We had to change into clothes.

Short sleeved clothes and shorts.

My scars.

Luckily, the gym and girls locker room were right next to 208, so I didn't have any trouble changing into them. 

I changed into my short sleeved shirt and put a jacket on top and changed into my shorts. The scars were exposed on my legs so I needed a way to cover them. When I saw that there was nothing I could do, I walked out into the gym, hoping no one would ever ever notice them.

Wrong.

Why was he here again?! Why is dimple dude always spawning in my schedule. Class started and we had to go running 30 laps around the gym. 
The jacket was not helping the heat being generated inside my body. Really not helping.

But before that, was attendance.

"Kyline Cyrus?"
"Here."

"Wonda Wilkins?"
"Here"

"Chase West?"
"Here"

My god. That deep voice...🫣🤭

Attendance went on and on until my name.

"..Anita Syed.."

"Here."

The P.E. teacher looked at me. He then looked down at my name on his clipboard.

"Anita Syed, are you new here?"

"Yes."

"Anita, did your mother go to this school?"

My heart stopped.

"..Yes.." I answered meekly, unable to see where this was going.

"Anita I taught your mother many years ago. She was a wonderful woman."
"Is. She's alive." I responded, not wanting people to know about what happened to her.

The P.E. teacher looked at me and raised his eyebrow. 

"I thought she-"
"No. She didn't."

At this point the entire class was looking at me. I was fuming. Does this guy have no sense of social respect??? Dimple dude was also looking at me.