She stared at him from her desk, tapping her foot on the linoleum floor. Roderich Edelstein. He was perfect and didn’t even know. Before anyone could catch her, she looked up at the teacher, who was going on and on about the Incan Empire. Roderich was scribbling down some notes. And then she looked up at the clock, counting the seconds until the bell rang. Then she would be able to get away from them... the top blondes. She could feel their eyes burning into the back of her head. The bell rang, but she was too late. “Amata? Elaine?” They said in unison. She sighed and prepared herself for the stuff that could possibly come her way. They had bullied her since 2nd grade, and still did. Even after six years. Luckily, she had a trusty companion. Her name was Amata, and she’d been in the exact situation. Although they had this burden on them, they still stuck to each other no matter what ,like those stupid mean girls coated them in superglue.
Anyways, back to the story. “We thought you could finish this.” They stacked their papers and textbooks on the desk that they shared. Amata looked down on the ground and pushed her glasses higher onto the bridge of her freckle covered nose. “I-I don’t think I could finish all of these...” She began, her confidence already depleting, “...I-I-I have a p-project, a-and I just can’t...” The blondes all snickered. The top blonde of the top blonde’s spoke up. She smashed her hand down onto the textbook sitting on Amata’s desk and made her way in front of her.
“Look at me,” She hissed. The meek girl shyly looked up only to see her long time bully standing in front of her. “Did I ask you?” She screamed. “You...You are only good at one thing. My homework. Got that, nerd? You will do my homework. It will be done. Tomorrow. On my desk.” Amata nodded. “Good.” Just as the ‘dynamic’ duo thought that they would soon be at peace, the main beeyotch stopped at Elaine’s desk.
She gave her one of the feistiest looks she could manage. “You too, loser.” She put emphasis on loser, as if the pair of girls didn’t already know how they were looked upon by the populars. Elaine turned to her friend, only to see tears bubbling in her eyes. She attempted to comfort her, but before anything could come out of her mouth, Amata had already stormed out of homeroom. She stared at the pile of papers and books on her desks and sighed. Why couldn’t they just back off? Slowly getting up, she attempted to cram the homework into her and her friends backpacks before anything worse could ensue.
She looked up and scanned the classroom. Roderich was right in front of her, what was she going to say? ‘Just go with it.’ She kept telling herself that same sentence until someone’s voice broke the silence. Was it hers? No...It was Roderich’s... “Are you okay?” He started. Elaine nodded and kept stuffing papers in the very last cranny of her backpack. “T-Those girls are really mean. Maybe I can help you finish the work?” He said. Her face turned as red as Spain’s tomatoes and she looked up. Her eyes widened. She was at a loss for words. Swiftly, she forced her hands behind her back and began pinching her forearms. She wasn’t dreaming? This was mathematically impossible if Amata’s calculations were right... “I g-guess you could do that...” She forced a weak smile onto her face.
“Thats great!” Beamed Roderich. “Would today work, possibly?” She nodded and awaited the possible impending doom to happen later on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Time Skip to last milkbreak *~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~
Amata gingerly opened up her locker and made sure not to let the blondes see the picture in it, but yet again, it was too late. “Aww!” She sneered, snatching the photo from in between Amata’s fingers. “Oh girls~! Look who it is...” Said Meighan. “Matthew Williams, right?” Her stooges snickered and agreed in unison. “Nerds in love. Oh, excuse me. He doesn’t even like you.” They threw the now crumpled photo at her. She tossed the beloved snapshot in her locker and slammed it. Her back slid against the cold metal and she landed on the tile with a soft thump. People walked by, turning heads as she had her own head in her hands.
