The only one

Chapter 20

I pushed myself off of my bed lazily. I looked at the mirror, automatically making me feel awful. I smiled at myself doing my best to stay positive.

But the memories of yesterday spill into my mind, they settle there. I know that they won't leave me alone until something he's better.

The exhaustion of the morning was undeniable. The past few days, I have been waking up late, and the sudden change in my sleep patterns aren't assisting me. My mind goes back to yesterday morning when everything seemed to be getting better.

I remember waking up in Marcus's chest. I nibbled my lower lip in anticipation, pushing the thoughts of him out of my mind.

I looked at my alarm clock, it read seven thirty.

I gasped, my bus would be arriving in ten minutes and I still haven't changed.

I quickly tear my pajamas off and put on an oversized sweatshirt with leggings. I slide into my black converse, quickly tie the laces and stand. I look back at the mirror realizing my hair still looked like a beehive. I gathered all my hair together and tie it into a messy bun. I didn't bother putting on makeup.

No matter how much I put on, I still would be as ugly as I am.

Nothing could hide how I felt.

"That's as good as it's going to get" I uttered.

I swing my backpack on my right shoulder and exit my house without bothering to have breakfast.

...

School was no better than before, if anything, it had gotten worse.

I had so much work to catch up on and so many exams and quizzes that I had to study for.

But that wasn't even the bad part.

The people were.

By now, everyone had heard about what happened between Robert and I. All of his friends would make fun of me. It didn't hurt me that they were making fun of me. It hurt because everything they were saying was true. He never did like me. It was all just some stupid joke.

As for Robert himself, he would stay away from me, no eye contact was made and he would keep his distance. It was as if I had gotten an inch closer than I was supposed to and he would inch a step back, to even it out.

Supposedly, the soul purpose for school was to learn. But if that's really what the point was, I would love school.

I love to learn. Learning is about seeing new cultures, traveling around the world, understanding life, while creating relationships so you know how to interact with others.

School on the the hand, is about the hierarchy of popularity, about people who can be so kind, yet still chose otherwise. The learning part isn't even learning. It's about teachers shoving worthless information down your throat, and the students being judged on how well you can remember that information.

There is a huge difference between the two.

...

Thankfully, Robert doesn't have too many classes with me. Only two. Math and music. I didn't have to worry about math, he sat nowhere near me. But music I would have to worry about.

Currently, I am in math class, learning about... something math related- I think...

I couldn't get my mind to focus on what was being taught at all. My mind kept wandering off, wondering how Marcus was doing. Math was first period, the clock was moving slower than a tired turtle.

But I still know, that in just a few hours, I will be sitting next to him, in a class I used to love.

There is nothing I could do about it.

...

All my classes took about the same time as math did...

Forever.

Finally it was lunch.

I found my usual spot- behind one of the shelves in the library. I needed to catch up on so much.

I need to work on social studies first because that's my-

My thoughts are interrupted by a few guys who are known as Robert's friends.

I look up at them in fear trying not to look any of them in the eye. When I look up, the one in the middle shoots me an evil looking smirk.

I wish I could just get up and punch him in the face, I picture myself doing just that, but that wouldn't make me happy, although they deserved a punch or two, I would be stooping down to their level  if I did that.

"Whatcha got there?,"one of them asks indicating the papers that I'm holding.

"Nothing" I mumble.

He was looking at the homework that I was doing.

Why does he even care!!

"So you don't mind if I just..." he trailed off. He began moving forward, and he ran off with all of my stuff.

"Stop!" It came out of my mouth more quietly than planned.

He started to sprint around the library and into the hall way. I followed him, I wasn't the quickest runner. To be more clear I stink at running. I just loose my breath way to quickly. But I managed to get closer to him. His friends were chuckling so loud, as I it was the most hilarious thing that they had ever seen.

He managed to sprint an entire lap around the library. His friends stood in the exact spot that I left them.

I was about to pass them until one of the idiots put his foot out without me realizing it. I fell flat on my face. They snickered.

The one that I was chasing turned around and walked toward me. They all looked down at me. I touched my lower lip, figuring out that it was bleeding.

I glared at them, angry, but I was too frightened to do anything.

One of them looked around, suspiciously, then kicked my stomach. After that I closed my eyes for the pain that was about to come. Then one of them spoke.

"Dude stop, she's bleeding!" He yell-whispered.

I slightly opened my eyes to see that two of them left. The other one was standing above me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. I'll be right back.

Two minutes later he did come back and he took me to the nurse and left.

I never got a chance to ask him why he was helping me or what his name was.

But I plan to.

...

I couldn't go home, I needed a parent to pick me up and no one could take me home.

I got in to class just before last period started.

Music.

I walked into class and got my guitar. The class was still leading how to play. Robert of course sitting next me was wearing a Nike shirt and shorts with Jordan high tops.

Why does he have to look so good I mentally ask.

He doesn't say anything to me, although I know he looked over a few times.

I relaxed a little because he wasn't going to say anything.

I just played my guitar, escaping the world for a bit.

There was almost fifteen minutes of class left, and now I was no longer afraid of Robert.

But then he said something, that left a permanent scar in my heart. Most people wouldn't care about the remark. But he hurt my strongest quality.

He snickered "Wow you really suck at guitar"