A cLiChÈ lOvE sToRy

2 - DoN't LoOk At Me LiKe YoU wAnT mE

"Ow, ow don't move that it hurts more than you think it does." I said, trying to stop the school nurse from shaking my nose and further.

"If it hurts, I need to know." The nurse rubbed it with antiperspirant. 

"I know. And I'm telling to you no where else hurts."

"That's what you said then I touched your nose."

"I know - but right now I'm positive. And besides, you've already given me painkillers anyways."

The nurse looked at me and then sighed; "Okay, you can go." she said with pursed lips.

"Thank you." I said and then got off the operation bed with tremendous effort.

Immediately I limped out of the nurses office, Amanda appeared next to me.

"Are you okay?" she started.

"Definitely not. I've got bruises all over and I'm limping."

I began to move towards my locker.

"Yeah, I guess." she sighed as she followed me; "But on the bright side, you talked to Oscar Bdight!"

"Actually he talked to me. And I'm going to kill him when I see him." I spat.

"What? Why would you want to kill Oscar Bdight? Oh, don't tell me, he asked you out."

"No! Amanda! He called me roadkill in our little conversation and before Flaca started throwing balls at me, she called me roadkill."

"So? How do you know there's a connection? It could just be a word they like to use and somehow they both said it under one hour. It's possible." Amanda shrugged.

"Well I don't believe in coincidences." I said "Oh look, we've reached my locker. And as a punishment for standing against me, you're crying all my books."

I started to pile books out of my over arranged locker and into Amanda's hands in an orderly fashion - Physics, Biology, Math - when Flaca walked up to me and tapped my shoulder. I would have screamed bloody murder if I wasn't mesmerized by her beautiful appearance when she stood so close to me.

Flaca Dains was a goddess - at least she looked like one - and even Amanda was speechless. In just a simple red pair of high waisted jeans with a black crop top that spelled out " FLAWLESS" and a black pair of sneaker heels, Flaca made Amanda and I look like the pigs in Charlotte's web (don't say it. Just don't)

"I'm so sorry that we hurt you today." she said in her sugar sweet voice that made me believe that she could be nothing other than an angel in disguise.

"It's alright." I smiled at her, suddenly shy, I mean - she was apologizing after all.

"See you around roadkill." she turned on her heel and walked away, her two minions following close behind.

"Oh My Goodness, she's so beautiful." Amanda sighed.

"I know." I slammed me locker shut.

"Does that mean you believe it's just a coincidence?"

"Nope."

"But you didn't go all gaga on her."

"She apologized." I stared off into the space she had just left and then snapped  back into reality; "Come on, we'll be late for class."

~*~

The bell rang.

"Okay class, don't forget to have your essays in on my desk at 8 sharp tomorrow. Have a nice lunch." Mr Spring, my literature teacher lay back on his seat, covered his face with his hands, and began to cry as the few students who had actually attended his class began to mill out of his classroom.

"Aberdeen." He called my name as I was leaving and I turned around to face him. "What am I doing wrong?"

"I'm sorry sir.. I do not understand what you are talking about." I smiled at him.

"Am I a bad teacher? Do you hate my lessons?"

"Of course not sir. you teach with such.. determination."

"Okay. Thank you."

I left with my eyebrows raised and with Amanda by my side.

"So I have another theory." she pushed her glasses up her freckled nose. "They want to recruit you into their popular group but first, they've got to figure out how you respond under pressure."

"Riiiight. They just saw me one day and thought 'oh! She's popular material.' Great theory Amanda." I scoffed.

"Don't believe me now, you'll see." She peered down at the empty hallway; "Where are we going to?"

"Yeah, I'm going to the library, you can go for lunch without me - thanks for the help with my books." I smiled and then carried my books from her hands while groaning.

She smiled at me and then turned and walked away, leaving me alone. I limped to my locker and then dumped my books in it and slammed it shut.

"Hope the balls didn't break anyones, roadkill." The voice of Oscar was so sudden I'm sure I jumped ten feet into the air.

Oscar Bdight stood there in all his glory and his hazel eyes and smirked at me, making my heart melt.

Then I remembered I was angry at him.

"I'm sure you enjoyed the show." I said, walking away.

"I can't say that I didn't, roadkill." He started to walk behind me.

"Well if that isn't surprising."

He walked in front of me and obstructed me path, then began to just stare at me.

"Don't ook at me like that." I snapped.

"Like what?"

"Don't look at me like you want me." I spat then began to limp towards the library.

Without looking back, I could tell that he had that stupid grin on his face again.

"And how do you know I don't, roadkill?" he laughed.

As I entered the library and went to look for my favorite copy of little women, I heard his words ringing in my ears : "And how do you know I don't?"

And then I realized he had called me roadkill.