Pick Me or Her

Chapter 2 - School Day

Chapter 2 (School Day)

"Uh why does the dang weekend have to go by so fast?" I yelled as my mom tried to pull me out of bed for school.

"Why can't you just get out of bed?" My mom asked.

"Cause I don't like school."

"Well you have to go, so best to get ready or you'll go how you are now."

"Fine." She left the room and I got up. Why did I have to go to school? I still haven't made friends and I have a kinda music career. I started thinking about California and my big brother, Cole and my best friends Nicky and Keaton. I missed Newport. I missed the people, the surf, the weather, the awesomeness.

I dragged my tired body to my dresser to pick out an outfit. I picked out a tee shirt and boot cut denim jeans and my black converse. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower before I changed into my outfit. I slipped on my glasses and put in my gauges. I went downstairs and ate a quick breakfast that consisted of a banana and piece of toast. I grabbed my Long board from the garage and skated the two miles to school.

When I got there, I stuffed my board into my locker and went to my first class, Geometry. Yay. That class went slow and so did the next three leading up to lunch.

In the hallway I got the usual insults, swear words, and pushes. One guy, though, came up to me from the front and grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back, so I hit my head against a locker. "So you think you're all that cause you think you can sing? You're a bitch!" He yelled into my face. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I've tried to be nice and hold back those words, but I couldn't, now.

"Me? I'm a bitch? God, I haven't said one word to you before! I don't even know you! You don't know me! Stop judging me! You don't know shit! Just fuck off!" I yelled and hit the back of his head really hard. I walked off, feeling stares. I turned swiftly and nodded. I was glad I got that out.

I felt relieved as I walked into the lunch room. I grabbed a piece of pizza and apple, and went to the grass area. I pulled out my iPhone when it started ringing. I saw it was a FaceTime from Keaton, so I answered.

"Hey, Keats. What's up?" I said trying to look happier for my best friend.

"Oh my god! Shay what happened?" He asked.

"What?"

"Your forehead. It's bleeding."

"Really?" In all honesty I didn't even know. I realized blood had fallen onto my nose. "Thanks. Keaty Kat. Don't know what I'd do without you." I said.

"Is this your boyfriend?" I heard someone say from behind me. I was too tired to fight the mocking and insults, so I decided to turn around. To my surprise it was Chris.

"No. Best-" I managed to say before be interrupted me.

"Shay! What happened?" Chris asked.

"The use. Insults, mocking, beating up."

"That's not the use. We gotta get you cleaned up." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the ground before I could object.

"You don't have to. I'm fine. Keaton is still on the line, right now."

"No. Come on. You gotta take care of yourself. Or it least let me," he said continuing to grasp my hand and hold it firm and lead me away from my spot on the grass. I made him stop and wiggled my hand out of his hold.

"I'm telling you that you don't have to, and you shouldn't. I can take care of myself." He looked surprised.

"Okay. I guess?" He said raising and eyebrow and walking away with a puzzled look. I turned around back to my phone and saw Keaton's face still there.

"Hey. Sorry about that," I told him.

"It's fine Shay. I think he likes you."

"No. He's one of the most popular guys in the freshmen year, and I don't want him to like me, so yeah."

He nodded. "Sounds like the Shay I know and love."

"Thanks. Love ya too Baby Keats. I gotta go. I gotta get back to hell on Earth."

He laughed. "Me too. Bye."

"Say hi to Wes and Drew for me."

"Sure thing." Just then, he hung up and my phone went back to its home screen. How much I missed Keaton. One of my best friends. One of the only people I trusted. One of the only people who could talk senesce into me when I thought of something crazy.

For the rest of the school day, I thought of my Newport life and tuned out my teachers. At the end of my seventh class, I went to my locker and picked up my long board. I grabbed it and carried it down the hallway, until I ran into someone.

"Ouch," I said.

"Sorry I was-," He interrupted himself.

"Shay?"

"Yes, Chris?" I asked rolling my eyes. How is it I am running into this boy all the time now?

"Why didn't you let me help you?"

"I told you. I'm fully capable to help myself. I don't need the extra help thank you very much," I said turning and walking out of the school building.

I got home quick enough, so my mom didn't ask where I was, and I started homework. I guessed on most, because I wasn't paying attention and I didn't know most of the problems we were supposed to solve. I ate dinner and fell asleep when I was done. Nothing interesting, but then again, my life wasn't anything special. Just a normal Cali girl who isn't home, and can't seem to fit in.

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So this is Shay's school life. Sad huh? Anyway... Tell me what you think of her. Too proud? (That's the idea) Too against people? Too bullied? Tell me what ya think and if you want Emblem3 in here later and or more, tell me. I have only written the first two chapters, so tell me and I'll try to change some of the story.