happy meals - solangelo

Chapter 3

Somehow, after what felt like years, we finished the project. Will despite the fact I hated to admit it, was actually pretty smart and... Not that bad of a person?

I sighed, scribbling the notes down on my page. I don't get it. When we were working on the project, Will was actually kinda nice, but as soon as I came across him in the hallway or something, he was rude or ignored me.

"Nico!" The teacher snapped, causing me to freeze and look up. "Focus," she growled, glaring at me. I stared at my page where I had only written one line.

I kept writing, deciding to stop worrying about Will. He wasn't worth it. I don't like him. I hate him.

I had often found myself repeating those words in my head when Will was being nice to me. I hate him. He was rude. But.... Argh! I threw down my pencil, causing me to get yelled at once again.
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After class, I wandered into the hallway, eyes widening when I saw Hazel standing next to a boy. I scrunched up my face, heading towards the two. "Who are you?" I said, staring at him. He smiled,

"I'm Frank," he linked his hand with Hazel. I glanced at her and she smiled, just as the bell rang. I glared, glancing at Hazel. "I'll talk to you later,"

As I walked away, I grumbled to myself. Was that her boyfriend?

The hallways started to clear, everyone going to their classes. I stood alone, frowning. Alone. I shook my head, going to my locker and dropping my books off. I was done with school for the day. I didn't want to continue. I headed towards the back exit, shoving my hands in my pockets. Time to skip.

I was nearly there when I was pushed to the ground. I winced, sitting up, looking up at the people that surrounded me. Jason and his group. Of course.
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At one point, I fell limp, not even bothering to try and fight back. Words and kicks were thrown at me. "Worthless," "Waste of space," Things I didn't want to repeat. Tears spilled down my face as I struggled to stand.

They laughed, walking away. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and coughed. Their words rang through my head. They were right. I should be dead. I was worthless. I did nothing. No one liked me. My dad barely paid attention to me, it seemed he hated me too. I felt tears stumble down my face as I wandered towards the bathrooms.

I stumbled into the stall, locking the door behind me and sliding to the ground, tears still sliding down my cheeks.
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A/N: this chapter is supposed to be longer but I just wanted to get it published so I decided I'll just break the next chunk into another chapter. Also next chapter is gonna be pretty depressing so I'll put warnings and stuff. Anyways thank you for reading this crappy story. Until next time.