Being Shot

P h o t o #7 - An Abundance Of Appollos

P h o t o #7 - An Abundance Of Appollos

After the three craziest days of my life, a week had shockingly, but quickly, passed by. Not much happened except, you know, being chased by jealous girls almost everywhere I went and being basically tackled by Cooper every time he saw me, which was many times a day.

Also, I felt as though Elliot had been giving me the cold shoulder ever since our minor incident at Walmart where I kind of took advantage of their labor and had them help me tend to that crowd of angry customers.

I gingerly walked into school (of course, after I told the boys I would be more comfortable with simply walking to school from now on, since it was only a fifteen minute walk and a very relaxing alternative to the crazy car rides and extravagant entrances everyday, anyways) and managed to get to my locker without having much trouble thanks to the blissfully empty hallways. I had slept in a little later that day and made it in the old brick building just before the first bell had rang. I looked around and noticed that no one was waiting for me or putting mean things on/in my locker. Actually, no harassment of any sorts seemed to make its way towards me yet.

I was safe, for now at least.

'Maybe the girls have finally decided to drop the jealousy act?' I questioned myself, hope twisting in my gut as I punched in my combination into the rusted lock that hung on my locker.

That gracious hope only lasted a few second more before I was called out. "Emma Leighs." A girl's high-pitched voice called out behind me, raising all of the dark hairs on the back of my neck.

I slowly turned towards the direction of the voice that had complete absense of feeling. It was Abbey Clemmings. Once again.

"Um...Yes?" My voice began to waver, but I tried my best to not look the least bit intimidated. I didn't want her to know I was unnerved by her.

She pointed at me with a beautiful French manicured finger and moved closer to me. The polish was a nice pristine white color. I tried to ignore it, "I have a question for you, and I'd like you to answer me without stuttering for once. Did you even plan on being a part of the tradition this year?" Her green eyes glared at me quizically.

'Not my fault I'm socially inept.' I thought sarcastically, and almost said it out loud too, but quickly decided to settle with a simple: "Huh..?"

"You know what I'm talking about, don't try to play dumb." She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to her other heal.

Actually, I knew exactly what she was talking about. The dumb act was just because I honestly didn't feel like speaking with her. "Well, I...um.."

"Would you please stop stammering?!" She pinched the bridge of her nose, acting as if this situation was giving her a headache, instead of me, "Ugh, do you know how much you annoy everyone?! Not even planning on being a part of this, ruining everyone else's chances!" She screeched, suddenly only inches from my face.

My knees began to shake. She was right, but somehow I couldn't wrap my head around why it was such a big deal to all of the girls in the school. Another issue that I seemed to face was that even if I wished to discuss this revelation with her, my mind and mouth seemed to be disconnected that day, "Ah, um, s-"

"Christ, do you even know how to talk like a normal human being?"

I looked at her, my eyes wide. We may be of the same height, her probably actually being shorter than me if we didn't count the wedges she wore, but at that time I felt as if she were much taller, larger than me. It felt as if she was towering over pitiful frame with the power she seemed to have over me. I looked away, catching her smirk from my peripheral vision. She knew I was cracking under her pressure.