My Life As Teenage Nerd

Chapter 3- Understanding Isabella

Felix's POV

I had left Isabella with Alex and Kara, who said they would drop her off at her house. Alex had a fractured disk, and was taken to the hospital by that doctor. I had pulled up to the curb in front of my house when Jackson stormed out.

"Where have you been?" He asked, a worried look on his face. "You're usually home around eight." I looked at my shoes, knowing he'd kill me if he knew what I had actually done.

"There was a complication with our EV3, so I had to stay later and fix it. Plus I grabbed food." He softened, hugging me.

"At least you aren't beaten." He said, going inside. I followed, and went right to my room, and finished tonight's homework.

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The next day at school, I parked in my usual spot. The kids stared at me when I got out, and one walked up to me.

"Where are Baxter and Trint?" I shook my head, confused.

"I have no idea." The kid nodded, walking back over to the group of people he had been standing with. I slowly made my way to my locker, and saw a note on it.

'your gonna pay nird'

The spelling was horrible, and the obvious writer was Baxter. I shivered, wishing Isabella wasn't suspended. Shane came up, and handed me a few pieces of paper.

"For Isabella. From Trint and Baxter." He said, and I read the notes.

'bitches get stitches'

'latina should be dead'

'your gonna wish you never helped that worthless bastard'

My face contorted at them. Trint and Baxter were cruel, but their hatred for Isabella went to a whole other level. I knew that she was safer at home. If only she would have let them beat me.

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Isabella's POV

My grandmother had run out for a bit with her friends, and I was home alone. I cleaned while she was gone, finally able to see myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked at my three slender gashes from when I fought Baxter and Trint. They had healed over, and I knew these would scar. Just another thing to be made fun of for.

A knock came at the door, and I looked through our peep-hole to see a very angry Trint and Baxter. I sighed, and left the door closed. I bolted it and put a chair under the handle, ensuring they couldn't get in my house. Abuela would be home later, so I didn't worry about her. I sat down on the couch, and turned on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

After finishing the episode and a few reruns, they door was knocked on again. I scuffed over to the door, and saw Felix outside. Unlocking the last lock, I removed the chair and opened the door.

"Hey." I said, my groggy voice dry and toneless. He smiled, and I waved my arm inside. "Come on in." He smiled, nodding. He merely stepped into my house, and stood clear of the door as I closed it. He followed me into the living room and sat down next to me on the couch. I looked at him, and he was looking back at me.

"So . . ." I kind of drawled, waiting.

"Trint and Baxter wanted these to get to you." He hesitantly handed me three pieces of paper, and I spoke some choice words after reading them. Those bastards had the nerve to write these, and then have someone else deliver them?