The BadBoy and the Nerd

Chapter One

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Chapter One

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"Fucking fatass!" My bully, Zayden Callaway yelled from the other side of the play ground as I stayed seated in the soft,vividly colourful grass, biting my lower lip softly as i increasingly added pressure, my eyes getting moist as the insults kept coming my way.

"Fatty that no one will EVER love!" He continued with a harsh laugh, obviously amused ad getting a beloved reaction, as the rest of his 'clique' laughed, obviously amused about hurting my feelings. His gang consisted of three other members. Derek Coles, Mason Parker, and Caiden Jones.

I kept starring at the older boys, blocking out the all too harsh insults that kept being fired in my direction.

My eyes landed on Zayden, the one who never seemed to stop, that never seemed satisfied enough from all the damage he was causing. His dirty blonde hair, perfectly styled as his blue eyes were cold, with his lips sporting an all-too-familiar smirked, continuously moving his lips, harsh insults never stopping.

I then shifted my gaze to Derek. He had the most perfect teeth as he stood there, silently as he always had, sending looks of pitty and sympathy my way, knowing how much I was hurting, his blue eyes then shifted to the ground as he harshly bit his lip. He was the nice one out of the bunch. He always has been.

My eyes trailed to the body that broadly stood next to him, as the guy sported a V-neck, exposing a part of his tattoo. He was silent most of the time, but sometimes he would join in too, but he would never physically hurt me like Zayden and Mason had. He had long flippy brown hair, hazel eyes that seemed all too knowing. He was the smartest one in them all. He also looked like the most dangerous, that was Caiden.

Then I looked at the second guy I hated most in the four. Mason Parker, my soon-to-be-step-brother. The one who could toner me about anything and everything at both home and school. He never stopped. Never.

I looked down, my sad blue eyes looking at my stomach, tears at the rim of my eyes, threatening to fall out at any given moment from now. They're right. I am fat. No one will ever love me. Atleast, not like this. Not as a fatass.

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I glared at Mason, shooting daggers into his soul with my piercing look, as the thought of what had happened last week filled my memory once again.

He didn't seem to notice as his eyes were glued on the small screen infront of him, his hazel eyes following the action quickly.

I sighed as I looked down, hearing my stomach growl for about the fifth time today. I guess that's what I get for only drinking water all week, that and eating/ drinking lemon juice; whatever you consider that bitteringly sour, light yellow lemon.

My gaze lifted from my big stomach as I looked out the window, the beautiful view inhancing my sight as I sat still, in awe at the magnificent view. We were high up above the ground as the long plane swiftly navigated through the sky. The white splotches of vapor, evaporating as the plane passed throught them.

My head phones, resting on my brown hair as I slightly and hesitantly closed my eyes, decreasing my sight slowly but surely, as Ed Sheeran's voice boomed in my ears, as the song Small Bump continued to play.

"Fatass." I glanced at my stomach one more time as the words slipped out of my mouth as a whisper. Then, sleep filled up my senses.

(A/N: so, what do you guys think so far?)