Faker (#WATTYS2016)

Faker {3}

|Chapter 3- Friend or Foe|

Monday morning and I was stuck in Mrs. Fryer's class. She was so boring I was quite surprised she had a husband. And a few kids, her desk was like a shrine of her family. Except none of them died, I don't think.

"Today we will be starting a project. And yes, partners are required." Mrs. Fryer said. Making the class cheer about partners.

"It's that time of the year for science fair. And I have picked your partners." She cheered, which made us all groan.

"Fuck the science fair." A boy in the back scoffed.

"Sorry it's not interested." Mrs. Fryer replied. Everyone laughed as he sat clueless. His friend I guess leaned over to explain and after he shrunk in embarrassment. "Ok let me start assign partners!"

"This is gonna be terrible, I really hope the universe is nice enough to let us be partners." Chloe says.

"Chloe and Ryan."

"Never mind." She groans as she gets up from the seat.

"Briana and Brett."

Man I wish I had Brett, maybe we could- wait, I am his partner. This could be great maybe I could reconnect with him. But how would that make me look to London, or Eva? Or William, or Brandon, or...Tyson?

"Will this be fine for you? Will you're friends eradicate you for this?" Brett said, a little on the un-easy side.

"I-"

"Doesn't matter, we're stuck together anyway." He says coldly.

"Ok, now you will have a few minutes to discuss what you will do. And have fun." Mrs. Fryer said, sitting back down in her chair.

"I do want to do this project with you, forget what my friends think." I stated.

"Friends? Ha! Have you forgot what they've done to you?"

____Flashback____

"Look at that nerd, god she's so ugly." Eva snorted.

"When will she go kïll herself?" Brandon exclaims, as he pushes me against the lockers.

"Please, just leave me alone." I sniffle, adjusting my nerdy glasses.

"Aw, is the poor rat begging for her mommy?" Eva says in a baby voice. Rubbing her eyes as if they had tears.

"Maybe...she's so poor, she can't even afford a cookie." William laughs, while everyone else stares at him.

"Or maybe she's just a filthy nobody who isn't worth our time." Tyson says. "C'mon guys." Tyson includes, as he ushered them all away. Which I don't know if I should or shouldn't be thankful for.

I remember later that day I wanted to make 'the cut' I mean, one little slice across my arm wouldn't be so bad. I thought as I held my razor to my arm. I cut a little into my skin before the door bust open. I quickly hid the razor behind me.

"Briana?" I heard Brett question.

"I'm not here." I answered, backing up to the wall. Brett walks over to me and looks at me suspiciously.

"What's behind your back?" He asked, a look of concern.

"Nothing, what are you talking about?" I chuckled nervously. He stepped closer so I scooted back. He plopped down on the floor and gave me a stern look.