The Story Behind my Eyeglasses

Chapter 9

"A – Am I the only nerd here who Christian Larsen bullied?" I stuttered a bit and I hope that they didn't notice that. They were wearing suspicious looks on their faces while searching my face for any faults. Luke seemed literally on the verge of pulling me to a corner and asking me all the questions running through his mind right now while Jace looks as if he's thinking so hard about this topic.

Deciding to escape their gazes for the moment, I groaned before walking to my locker to grab my things and hurriedly went to my classroom, hoping to find some peace even for a single minute in my whole high school life. Even though I have Luke as a classmate in all of my classes, he's not my seatmate so I'm safe at the moment though he's been sending glares at me constantly while in class and it makes me want to just shrink and disappear.

At lunch, to escape both of them again, I didn't go to the library to eat, instead, I went to the grounds and sat at the grass silently as I chewed the tuna sandwich I just bought at the cafeteria. They ran out of crappy food and had sandwiches left. Why did I never thought of eating lunch here instead of the library? Apparently, this place is more appropriate to eat my lunch rather than the library. The trees are more enjoyable to watch instead of rows and rows of books that I have seen ever since I started eating at the library – secretly.

"We know you went to the diner last night, Chris." Luke's voice startled me causing me to let out a little shriek and drop my sandwich. I frowned and let out a groan as Luke sat beside me, followed by Jace. My poor sandwich.

"Here," Jace gave me a bag of chips in replacement for my sandwich and I took it with a scowl while he just chuckled at my expression at the moment. "So how was your moment with Larsen last night, Chris?" he asked after I opened the chips. They're totally ruining my appetite by cornering me this way.

I shrugged my shoulders. "We didn't talk like you guys are thinking. I just sat there across him silently until I finished my milkshake and went home." I explained while the both of them just listened beside me silently. How did they know? "How did you guys know?" I asked, curious of the way they knew about my little interaction with Larsen last night at the diner.

"We did a little investigation," here we go again with Jace's impersonation of Sherlock Holmes. "You weren't at your house last night so we thought we'll go to the library since it's where you hang out when you have nothing to do. We didn't find you there so I went home and so did Luke. When you went home, Evan called Luke saying that you went to the library. That didn't add up so I made Luke go to the diner." Jace smirked at me and I swear the blood in my face just drained.

"I didn't find you there but I saw Christian Larsen sitting alone. I went and asked Stacey if ever you stopped by, she said yes and that you ordered a chocolate milkshake and sat across the hot guy with bruises on his face. That's how I knew, then I went to your house and was about to confront you but you said you were tired so I didn't push you any further." Luke explained next and it all made sense. Stacey told Luke. How did Stacey recognize me? I was wearing glasses. Oh great. "In the morning, it was all over the school but then no one really knows the girl who sat across Larsen last night was. So you're safe." I sighed at his statement and I continued eating the chips Jace brought.

"What bothers us is why you did that, Chris." Jace's voice went from amused to serious. I guess they would want to know why I went and tried to comfort the big bad bully who has Satan as an ex-girlfriend.

"I don't know. Curiosity, I guess. His bruises are asking me to ask him why he looks like that. But I ended up not asking a single thing because he looked problematic enough to deal with someone like me so I just sat there and finished my milkshake and left without talking. He just sat there as well." I answered and I hoped that my answer was enough to satisfy their brains for the moment. I don't want them asking a lot of things because I don't know the answers in the first place. "There's something bothering me though." That last sentence of mine captured their attention.