The Fake Nerd

Chapter 5

AVA pov

My alarm blares beside me waking me up from my dazed state. I sit up slowly and stare out my window. The auburn leaves scatter into the wind flowing freely. I let out a small sigh before heading over to my closet. I had a weird feeling yesterday and today. I couldn't help, but think that it had something to do with James. James was my ex-boyfriend. We were together for three years, but i left because he hit me. I shake my head of that thought. James has moved on it's been a year since you broke up i remind myself. I swallow the thick lump in my throat scowl at my thoughts chasing them away. I slide on reddish brownish hoodie and black leggings with my black converse. I do my hair in a messy bun (Outfit on top). I walk over to my bathroom and stare in the mirror. My cheek had a shadow of a bruise left on it. I heal fast luckily. I've looked worse i think. I snap my thoughts out of thinking about him. You're overreacting i think. I instinctively touch my chest over my heart where i have the words tattooed "You will never own me". James was very possessive and he always told me he owned me. I got it as a reminder that he will never own me. I huff out a breath and splash cold water against my face. I rub my face down with a town feeling halfway awake. I brig my hood over my head and walk out of the house grabbing my Blue Jansport backpack. I sling it around my shoulder as i walk to the school. My mind drifts and James pops into my thoughts. He is not coming back i tell myself. then why do i have a tight feeling in my chest i reply. It's nothing you're just stressing i reprimand. I sigh and look at my shoes as i continue trudging toward school.I take out my headphones and place them in my ears as i play Bastille on my phone drowning out the sounds of the world. I turn it up louder as i reach school. I dart inside the building already hating that i had to be here. I walk to my locker ignoring the stares as my music blast over there cruel whispers. I felt weak today and i didn't like it. I walk to my locker and play sweater weather by the neighborhood. I grab my math books dreading the classes today. I feel my earphones being yanked out of my ears as my music is ripped away from me. My ears burn from the sudden tear. I spin to face Brittney. She has a snotty smile on her face. "God you're so weak nerd" she spits in my face. "Everybody hates you, you should just die Ava" she snarls this time. She shoves me against the lockers as i grimace at having her cake face so close to mine. "Disgusting" she spits at me bits of saliva spraying my cheeks. I fail to hide my revolt as she pushes me back standing away from me. I hold in gag at what she wearing. She is literally dressed like a stripper. She has a tight  neon top on showing all of her boobs and short short shorts that show all of her butt. What was she trying to cover. She could've came to school in nothing but a bar and underwear and nobody would a see a difference. She waves my phone in front of her face before dropping it to the floor with a smirk. I clench my fist and put on a mask of sadness. My phone, she dropped my phone. I imagined  beating her to a pulp, but somehow i manage to not lunge at her. I breathe out shakily as she walks away whipping her hair in my face. I grit my teeth as people disappear from the hallway. I lay my head against my locker trying to catch my breath. My breath evens out as i feel a pair a eyes boring into my back. I shove my books into my bag ignoring the eyes and walk to my class. Today is gonna suck.