Jar of hearts

I get a nickname.

I entered my new class and gulped. I closed my eyes to avoid the stare of  my new classmates. I took a deep breath and took an empty seat. i had a feeling  that this year will be tough. And believe me those horrible looking faces of those people made me hate this class already.
"fuck you life" i thought.
And then i saw him.

"Oh my gosh. How is he in my class?"
i gasped.

Two things had happened.

One. My best friend had just been shifted to another class.
Two. The most annoying(though good looking) boy of eighth grade was now in my class.

I wondered what other surprises i would be getting.

I took a deep breath.
"Everyone please sit down. We are already late. We need to start the lecture." said Mr. Hamburjer
Mr. Hamburjer taught us English literature and i kinda liked this subject, not out of any personal interest but because it came naturally to me.
We took out our books and turned our pages to the very first play Julius Caesar.
"Emma! u start reading please"said Mr. Hamburjer.
"me?"i said.
"Yes you. who else is Emma here?"said Mr. Hamburjer, quite annoyed with my stupid question.

the whole class glared at me.

Silly me.

"Uh okay"

I started reading and when i completed everyone were like giving me an awful look. What did i do now?
Mr Hamburjer said"you just read the wrong chapter"
"Why didn't you stop me?" i questioned him, ashamed of myself.
"Well, i tried"he said.
The class started laughing at me and i sat down after apologising. I was feeling like running away and so i did, as soon as the bell was heard.

I couldn't think of anything but to cry.
"I wish Martha was here" i said under sobbing breaths.

"You deliberately try to make fun of yourself in front of others or its just that the odds are never in your favour." He said.

What the hell? who is this guy who is trying to hunger game with me?

I turned around and saw him.

Oh well i forgot again. He here means the coolest, hottest and the most annoying boy of eighth grade. His name was Sam Carmichael.

"Who likes to make fun of themselves?"i said
"You of course" he laughed
"No i don't!"i said angrily.
"Chill, kidding"he said.
"Hmm..u know what, u are right. it just happens. all this shit" i said looking at him
He Turned his hand in his hair.

Oh my. Why is he so hot!

"I see. Now come lets go. its our maths class now and i don't think you can handle the rage of miss Pamela." he said after getting up.

All this while he had been sitting there with me without me even realizing that i was sitting next to him.
yiyee!
"Yes you are right . I have had enough crap for today."i said.
"So you better get going"he said.
"You go, i am coming. I gotta go and wash my face."i said
"Okay. Good luck and i wish that you don't put yourself in trouble again."he said

Why in the world was he concerned about me?

I just smiled.

"Hey you know what. You look like a kitty to me"he said after we came out of our maths class and thank goodness to the lords nothing bad had happened with me.
"What?" i exclaimed.
"Yes you do. Its probably your hairstyle i guess. Wait!. I have got an idea. I will call you kitty from now."he said giving away an evil smile.

"What! No!  How childish! U will certainly not" i shouted.

"Don't underestimate my ability to call you kitty" he winked and ran away to the football ground.

I just stood there staring at him. Watching him run away.

What the hell was i thinking when i thought of making this hairstyle in the morning??
Now i have got a nickname.
Great!