The Nerd

Should've Never Said Yes

I slam my locker shut as people continue making comments about my outfit.

I was wearing a black tank top, black skinny jeans, black shoes and a black leather jacket, my hair was down in neat curls and I had a tad bit of mascara on.

"Well well, look what the cat dragged in." An all to familiar voice says.

I roll my eyes, "You should really stop talking about yourself like that Katie." I comment, turning around to face Katie and her witches.

She glares, "We all know who I was talking about obviously."

"Obviously," I mimic her, "Do y'all always have to follow her like dogs on a leash," I say, to the other girls.

They all glare at me and Katie rolls her eyes, "Going for a new style are we Samantha, Emo now?" She says, plucking my jacket.

I slap her hand away, "Why does my style matter to you?" I comment, annoyed.

"It doesn't," she says, picking at her nails, "but, it might to your grandma," she looks up at me and I freeze sending her a cold hard glare, "you know cause she's the reason you dress like this now." She gestures to my outfit.

"It's funny how you assume you know so much. Where does this knowledge come from? Your ass? Cause everything that comes out of your mouth is shit."

"Honey me and you both know that's a fact," I cringe at her use of nickname, "grandma die's, your family leaves you, you go depressed girl blah blah blah and you seek attention."

I scoff, "Why does everyone assume I'm going for attention," I say, more to myself but, still where she can hear it, "Do you see me walking around school crying and throwing myself a pity party now do you? If going on with life is seeking attention then please define your definition of seeking attention cause we obviously have two different ones."

"I don't need to waste my breath on you,"

"But, you do everyday," I comment.

"Oh shut up Samantha! No wonder your family left you on this earth by yourself to rot day by day."

My face heats up with rage and my fist clench and unclench. "You know Katie sometimes you really don't know when to shut up." I say.

"And you nerd don't know how to keep your mouth sealed," she says, stepping up to me. I don't move as I stand up to her. She admires my face before her lips break out into an evil smirk, "Aw nerd not backing down, that's new."

"No I'm not your right. I'm fed up with your shit." I say.

"Well to bad."

"How do guys even like you? Your a fat pig that cakes her face in makeup and walks around like a toy for the male community. Your not even pretty." I say, with disbelief.

"I'm gonna give it to you nerd," she says shoving me roughly into the lockers.

"No, I'm gonna give it to you." I say.

I push off the lockers, hitting her in the throat with the side of my hand. She cups her throat and bends over in her four inch heels. I grab her hair at the back of her head to keep my grip on her tight. People start forming a circle, chanting and recording as Katie's minions step back. I swing my hand up punching her in the side of the head. Lifting her head up to punch her cheek. I start to swing in random places as she fights back. I hit more breaking her face open in gashes.

Someone screams my name and wraps there arms around my waist, as another pair of hands untangle mine from her hair and push Katie back.

I struggle in the persons hold trying to get to Katie as they pull me out of the crowd.