The Nerd

An Even Bigger Idiot

I pick up my binder, stuffing some papers back in it that came out when it fell out of my arms. I pick up my cup throwing it in the trash. I'll just leave the juice for the janitor.

I stand up, fixing my outfit. Luckily juice didn't get on me.

I fix my glasses and sniffle, wiping the tears from my eyes.

The halls where empty now as everyone went to class it's maybe a minute or two after the bell.

I quickly walk to class. I get their opening the door quietly and walking in. Everyone stares at me snickering.

I quietly walk over to my seat, taking my bag off laying it by my chair, setting my binder on my desk and sitting down.

"Samantha your late." Mr. Jameson, my biology teacher says, turning from the board to look at me.

"I-I'm sorry," I stutter, earning chuckles from my classmates.

Mr. Jameson stares at me, "Care to explain why?" He ask.

"I-I- I woke up late." I say quietly.

He purses his lips and stares around the class as people make fun of my stuttering. Mr. Jameson is just as bad as the kids yet he tries to hide it in a way, like he doesn't just come out and bully you or say it he hints it off in his actions and mixes it into his teaching. He hates me and I don't know why, I've never done anything to him, I'm his best student!

He looks down at a paper on his desk and back at me, turning around back towards the board.

I hold my breath as I wait for his response.

"Don't let it happen again Anderson." He says, while writing on the board.

I let out my breath in relief and open my binder pulling out my notes for class.

As I'm writing down the notes in my journal something hits the back of my head.

I turn around as a ball of paper hits me in the face. I look down at the ball on the floor and back up at the culprits who threw it.

Katie and her 'crew' all sat behind me, that's pretty much how it is every class, it makes it easier for me to be their target. They all cover their mouths to stifle their giggles.

I roll my eyes, turning back around in my seat and continuing my notes.

They keep throwing paper at me and then a spit ball hits me, landing on the back of my ear.

I stop writing my notes and just freeze. I cringe at the nasty liquid substance on my ear as the ball slides off onto the floor. I let my pencil fall out of my hand, I wipe my ear and slowly turn around, facing a bunch of red faced idiots trying not to laugh and then I look over to find an even bigger idiot, arms crossed over his chest with an evil smirk playing on his lips. Jake just sits their cooly starring at me as he holds the straw in his hand as the others stifle back another set of laughs. 

I give him the darkest glare I can muster. I pick up one of the paper balls off the floor and chuck it at him. It hits him hard in the for head taking him by surprise.

He uncrosses his arms and glares at me as the bell rings signaling our next class.

I turn around gather my stuff and walk out of the class.

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Finally the days over. The bell rings ending our last class. Everyone quickly gathers their stuff and runs out. I slowly gather my things letting the classroom clear out.

I get up swinging one strap of my back pack on my shoulder and grab my binder. I walk out of class and to my locker.

I get their going to open  my locker as someone walks by and shoves my head against my locker, letting a Big Bang echo through out the hallway as everyone laughs. I lift my head up, groaning, that's definitely gonna leave a bruise.

I open my locker shoving some textbooks in my bag along with my binder.

Jake walks up to my locker and leans against the one beside me. I look around as the halls are pretty much empty and then I go back to digging in my locker.

"What do you want?" I ask, not even looking at Jake.

"Harsh much." He replies.

"Says the one who threw spit balls at me." I say, shoving a textbook in my bag.

He rolls his eyes, pushing himself off the lockers, "I just came to tell you the meetings moved to tomorrow at 6."

I slam my locker shut and throw my backpack on, starting to walk to the exit, Jake follows me.

"Do you people not realize it's the twenty first century and we have things called technology." I comment, looking forward as I walk.

"Well considering I don't have your number, that wouldn't be useful." Jake says.

I shrug.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow." Jake says, walking off.

I don't even look at him or respond as I push the exit doors open.

I walk out as everyone still continues their usual comments calling me a 'nerd' or a 'worthless nerd' some even tug out my overalls as I swat their hands away. I walk to my car noticing Clayton's parked three cars down from me talking with people from the gang, probably about tomorrow's meeting.

I glance at him and then unlock my car, getting in and pulling out of the parking lot. I go to drive out of the parking lot but, step on my brakes as hard as I can, Clayton speeds out in front of me, not even realizing he just almost caused me to hit him,  he drives in front of me and speeds off. I let out an angry sigh as I drive off and to work.