Egocentric Girl

Chapter One

"Please don't." Whispered Jacob. "Please, I have Dance after school, I can't be hurt or I won't-"
"Oh you have Dance? Oh no poor baby, you can't be hurt or what? You're going to lose? Maybe I'll finally punch the fag out of you and you won't have to go to dance." Tommy clenched his fist with a face of rage. His lips curved upward in a smile, he swung the first punch. He missed. This only makes him angrier, I've seen it many times before.
Jacob yelped as Tommy's fist plunged into his ribs like a hammer. "Stop." Jacob co weed his face with his hands. "Please!" He whimpered, this didn't stop Tommy. It never did.
Tommy enjoyed hearing Jacobs whimpers and cries, he was a typical bully. He was always surrounded by a group of 5 or less friends who cheered him on as he committed the abuse. He was tall, 6 feet. He was buff as well, he worked out every-other day. His hair was very short and very dark. He was a typical bully, the kind you would see in a high school movie.
And then there is Jacob, his main victim. He wasn't the average victim, yeah he was smart and wore glasses but he was also cute. He usually chose tore up jeans and a baggy sweater for school. His hair was blonde and always up, like the typical gay hair. He wasn't gay though, well, he hasn't come out yet. Tommy just picks on him because he's an easy target.
"That's what fags.." Tommy threw one last punch and caught Jacob in the mouth. "That's what fags get!" He yelled and walked away laughing.
I looked over at Jacobs mangled body. He had a bloody nose but other than that he didn't look his worst.
"Hey, you dead?" I asked nudging his arm with my foot.
"Screw off, Gen." He said pushing my foot away.
"Fine, I understand, I didn't step in and take Tommy's wrath myself so now I'm the bad guy." I said as I slowly backed off.
"You're just as bad as them, you don't feel any sympathy for me. " He was right, I didn't feel sympathy for him.
"Fair enough. I'll go away then." I turned around and lifted my hand to wave. "I'll tell the nurse you're here, that's the least I can do." I yelled, already half way down the hall.
The bell rang but I ignored it, I was actually going to tell the nurse he was there. We have kind of a routine, I watch him get the living hell punched out of him and then I call the nurse when it's done.
"Aye, Mrs. Menson." I said tapping on the door. I let myself in. "Mrs. Menson?" I said again.
"Yeah, hey Gen. I wish I could say I was glad to see you. Wear is he?" She asked with a frown.
"Down the hall."
"Thanks darling." Her face wrinkled up as she smiled and walked to the door putting her hand on the nob. "Get to class now, if I write any more excuses, people might start to get suspicious. She said opening the door. I nodded and headed to class.
The final bell rang. I picked up my bag and threw it over my shoulder. "See ya" I said waving to Mr.Stevens, my Algebra teacher. He waived back, I took it as a invitation to quickly hurry out of the room before he remembered my detention.
"Hey, Gen!" I heard Jacobs voice rise as he got closer. I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, loser." I said turning around.
"Give me a ride home will ya? I missed the bus." I sighed and unwillingly agreed.
We hopped into my old truck. I quickly grabbed my hair-tie sitting on the edge of the seat and tossed my thick brown hair into a bun. "Let's go, baby!" I whistled as I started the car. The radio turned on and started blasting today's hits. "Got your seatbelt on?" I asked.
"Nope." Answered Jacob.
"Great."
I pushed down the gas peddle and we started roaring through the parking lot.
We arrived at an old house that was pretty broken.
"See ya later, ms." Jacob pretended to tip a hat and stepped off the car. I waited in his driveway for him to step inside before I left.
I pulled up to my house gate.
"Let me in Sturges." I yelled holding down the speaker button.
"Will do, Miss. Johnson."
"Do call me Gen, please Sturges. Miss is to formal for myself." I smiled and let go of the button. I drove in as the gate opened and then shut behind me silently. I stared at my house. Double front door, three stories high, we even had our own fountain outside. It was like a castle you would imagine a princess living in. I stepped inside and took off my spiked boots. I looked around the house; I peeked into every room until I made it to the top floor. Home alone.
I swung my bag onto my floor and plopped my 130 pound body onto the bed. I sighed as I heard the front door open.
"Gen? Are you home?" I heard my mom call.
"Yes."I growled. I heard her step up the stairs quickly.
She stood in front of my doorway. "How was school, Darling?" Her small lips curved upward into a sweet smile.
"Fine."
"How's that Jacob kid?" She played with her perfect bun until her light brown hair swung down into her face.
"Fine."
"Okay, are you staying here for dinner?" She was still smiling.
"No." She nodded and turned around, vanishing town the stairs.
I got my large lips and my thick hair from my dad. I got my washed blue eyes and freckles from my mom. I was still so mismatched that you wouldn't know I was their kid if we all three stood together. They're elegant and sweet, I'm selfish and dark. I just don't fit in.