Being The Schools Nerd: The Bullied, The Misunderstood, The Unloved

Chapter four/ Like gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe

"Be careful what you say. You can say something hurtful in ten seconds, but ten years later, the wounds are still there." -Joel Osteen

It was Friday morning I had skipped school for two day. I made the excuse of my stomach hurting and feeling sick to get out of going. My parents insisted on staying with me, but I refused and told them all I needed was some rest. They were hesitant nonetheless they agreed. I made my way down my home stairs and walked into the kitchen.

I stopped in my tracks once I saw four familiar figures sitting at the table with my parents. Damon and the twins were talking to my father as Wyatt helped my mother with the food.

"What are you guys doing here?" I croaked. My voice was still weak from the river I had cried last night. I probably looked like a mess as well with my disheveled hair, red nose, and my giant pyjamas.

"Hey Olivia," all four boys greeted.

I arched a brow at them as they all smiled my way. My mother walked up to me and handed me a plate with food.

"Are you okay, sweetie? Your voice seems a little hoarse. Is your throat sore?" my mother asked as she kissed my forehead.

"I'm a bit better," I anwered as I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and made my way to the table. A seat was left between Damon and Wyatt. Sighing and I sat down, and kept my eyes trained on the food on my plate.

"Why haven't you been at school?" Damon asked in a hushed tone.

I shrugged and took a sip of my orange juice. Cringing at the taste of the minty toothpaste I had used mixed with the juice. Bad idea Olivia, Bad idea.

"Olivia, care to tell us why?" Wyatt whispered

"Wasn't feeling well," was my short answer

"You're lying. I can tell you were crying," Damon whispered loud enough for both Wyatt and I to hear.

I rolled my bottom lip into my mouth and bit down softly on the soft flesh.

Before they could hover any longer over me my father butted in.

"So Olivia are these the boys you were hanging out with a few days ago?" my father asked as he pointed at the guys.

I nodded.

"Well they are all lovely, and they are total sweethearts," my mother said as she patted Wyatt's shoulder.

"Thank you ma'am. You both are very kind," Wyatt said with a smile.

My mother pinched Wyatt's cheek, "are they not sweet Steven?" she asked with a smile.

I sat in silence as the boys talked to my parents. Only time I spoke up was to ask for the pancake syrup, or for the jar of Orange juice.

After breakfast I stood by the sink, and helped my mother dry the dishes.

"They are good boys," she said breaking the silence.

"Yeah they are," I answered as I placed another plate in the cupboards.

"Are you okay, Olivia?" my mother asked, stopping what she was doing and dried her hands.

"Yeah, just a bit tired still," I answered as I looked down.

"If you want your dad and I can stay with you today," my mother said worried.

I shook my head, "it's okay mom. I'll be fine. I'll be ready for school on Monday. Plus the hospital needs you and dad," I forced a smile upon my face.

She stared at me for a while longer slowly she nodded. Washing the final dish, she dried her hands, she took a step closer to me and kissed my forehead.