His Chubby Princess

Chap 57 : Dumbo

ABBY

I walk to the locker room with an ice pack on my face, passing the mirror only to walk back to it. My reflection makes me scream but then I shut myself up with a hand slapped around my mouth because of how loud I am.

My nose looks like a doorknob. It's all swelled up. How fast was that ball?. I wince as I place the ice on it again. I hope this wears out soon before everyone starts calling me Yoshi from Super Mario.

I walk into the bathroom to change and once I'm done I come out but when I see the people walking in I wish I didn't.

"Who left an ice pack here?", one of the cheerleaders ask, pointing at the ice pack I left on the bench.

"Uh probably her", another girl with a high ponytail says, looking like asian Ariana Grande.

They all look up and simultaneously say, "Ew". Well my reaction was worse.

"What happened to her?",

Loren pushes everyone to get to the front of the crowd, "You mean why is she uglier",

"She took a hit for me, I should've looked that way", Amber says, coming forward as well with a small smile, "Thanks".

"Wow even I wouldn't do that", Priscilla Presley, one of the schools important students, says and a few other girls concur.

"Yeah that's nice", some other girls add.

I smile a bit and Loren scoffs. Probably mad that she can't act like an evil witch now. I pick up my ice pack and my bag before walking out of the place.

Maverick Presley was one of the schools highest funders. Their family were like Nashville High's gods. He funds every sector of the school. The football team, the cheer team, the school library and even all the extracurricular activities.

Her first name was originally Montana but she changed it when she got to middle school so it would sound right with her last name.

After the Presleys was the Lanes. The Lanes were the schools second highest funders. And while Priscilla was richer she wasn't as popular as Loren. She didn't have the type of main character aura Loren had.

Just like in the case of Asher and Noah. Asher's way richer, his family's the third highest funders. And his known for throwing the biggest parties.

But even with that, Noah was still way more popular.

As I walk through the parking lot, I hear a loud horn so I jump causing my ice pack to fall on the floor and unfortunately split in half.

I look up to see Noah and Asher by his car, "Princess", he yells then closes his car door and I sigh. Why does he have to call me over when Asher's there? and why did he have to honk when I was just a few feet away?.

"Princess? More like dumbo", Asher scoffs. Okay that's worse than Yoshi.

Noah jabs him in the stomach and he winces, holding on to it. I pick up my broken ice pack before walking up to them.

"Are you okay?", Noah asks and I nod placing the ice pack on my nose so they won't look at it. "Asher has something to say to you".

I look at Asher and he sure as hell looks like he would rather be in an algebra class with Mrs Hart than here.

"Go on Asher", he says, pushing Asher forward. Asher glares at him before looking at me and honestly I'd rather he looked somewhere else. I feel like shit with the hideous stare his giving me.

"Look, I hope we never get into any team together again because you suck-", he gets cut off by another jab.

He winces folding, "Say it", Noah tells him, pulling him up by the shoulder.