My boyfriend is a Golden Boy

The favor

It was almost time. A minute left on the clock until it struck 3- the end of school. Gathering all of my papers, I stuffed them carelessly into my history folder. Finally, the weekend was here.

The bell rung and I remained seated, hoping to wait out the crowd of 'kids' stampeding their way to the door. When all was clear, I stood up, waved tiredly to the teacher and trudged outside the classroom and into the bleak hallways.

It was a Friday, the last day of school till Monday and, honestly, there was not a more joyous occasion. School was a horror- ridden nightmare, especially when spent alone.

I sighed heavily and opened my locker. Throwing my books in, I turned to glance at myself in the small mirror attached to the wall of the locker door, studying my reflection. My long dark brown hair.

"Like what you see? I know I don't." A voice sneered sarcastically from behind me. I whirled on my heel to come face to face with the 'school slut'.

Brooklyn sanders-also known as my bully from day one. I hated her, but I couldn't deny the fact that, no matter how fake Brooklyn was, she was gorgeous. Her blonde hair cascaded smoothly down her back, outlining her slim jawline. She wore a tight white long sleeve lace up shirt and a black skirt, with pink and white flowers on it just a little bit above the knee, showing off her thin, and long tan legs, with black thigh high socks and black stilettos and she carried a silver coach purse with kind straps that reached to her hips. Her face was caked with makeup and her tan was so bright, everyone would have to squint to look at her. She was a living Barbie and I envied her.

" what are you staring at ?" Brooklyn growled yet she was smiling slightly.
Yes- it was evident in her eyes that she was aware that I envied her. She liked the fact that I would do anything to look like her. However, this didn't stop the bullying, rather it encouraged it, acting as a means for her to showcase her 
beauty to a pathetic soul such as me
every single day, only increasing the
envy I felt.

Brooklyn chuckled slightly to herself.
"A sad, lonely ; hideous hag. How
Pathetic."she squeaked, looking down at her nails. Tears stung at my eyes. I
looked around. Students stood and watched as the scene played out- most sniggered at my plight yet a small few looked in sympathy. Nonetheless, none of them stood up for me. This always happened. No one came to my protection. No one would be my savior.
But I wouldn't cry.

No. I had kept a vow to myself that I would never satisfy anyone by letting them see me weak or vulnerable to their taunts. I would never break down.

Brooklyn scowled at me. She always did when I produced no reaction unlike her other victims. Suddenly, she reached
out, hitting the remaining books out of my hand. She smiled, satisfied to have left her mark and walked away, her heels making a tottering sound as she left.

Everyone turned away from me. They were bored. The entertainment had left, but I was grateful that the attention has been taken off of me. Picking up my books, I looked to see where everyone's attention had fallen now and I immediately rolled my eyes.

There, walking down the hallway with his friends, was the schools 'golden boy'.
I looked at everybody- all the girls jutted their cleavages towards them, no doubt competing with their friends for his attention and all the guys smiled at him as if he was their best friend. Heck, everyone wished to be his best friend.

He smiled cockily, walking down the hallway as if he owned it. On his right, a blonde- haired boy stood, walking equally as cockily, his muscles were big and taught and every now and then he would wink at a girl, sending them in a fit of squeals. This made him laugh raucously, his brown eyes twinkling with amusement . His name was Troy yet his friends knew him as T-Rex.