The Fake Nerd

Chapter 13

Ava pov

The boys had left later that night only staying an hour. They asked that i come stay with them, but i refused. I don't need anybodies protection. I can take care of myself. I run a heavy hand through my hair. Today is Friday. I walk into my closet and pick out an over sized gray sweater and bell bottom blue jeans with rips at the knees.  I throw on a pair of black sunglasses and a brown satchel reaching to my thigh. I tuck my gun in the back of my pants making the sweater hide the bulge. I lift up the bottom of the my jeans and strap a knife to the inside if my leg. I put everything in place making sure that none of my tattoo is showing. I let my hair down and around my shoulders messily. (Outfit on top). If James shows up again and wants to bring a war i'm ready. Mason and his boys proved that my house isn't 100% safe. I have to be ready at all times. My phone vibrates in my pocket and i slide it out. Riker hasn't stopped checking up on me. I sigh and text him i'm okay. I slide my phone back in and strap up my combat boots. My jeans are able to hide them well enough. I head out the door locking it. The cold winter air hits me first as it swirls around me seeping into my bones. I let out a hefty sigh as i make my way to school. My nerves are shot as every noise makes me jump. Calm down i tell myself. I inhale a big breath and exhale slowly shaking. I shake my hands as i see the front of the school. I put on my mask of weakness and walk slowly to the doors. People chuckle and spew insults my way. If they only knew what i could do to them or who i was. I tug at the end of my sweater keeping my head down as i walk the halls. The hateful glares not fazing me. I've seen worse. I walk to my locker and stop in front of it. Brittney stands with her back against the locker a smug expression on her face. She has a short black mini dress on today with a yellow belt. Her face is extra caked and she has on a red lip gloss making her look sloppier than usual. "Nerd" She spits at me her eyelids narrowed into slits. "Brittney" i say making my voice waver. She smiles smugly at me and chuckles. I look up questioning as she stops laughing a smile resting on her face. "Your so weak" She spits out the smile fading from her face. I duck my head down again starring at the bottom of my jeans. "God Ava, does anybody love you" She ask chuckling to herself. "They can't right cause your worthless" She spits at me. "Disgusting pig, that is a compliment when i describe you" She chortles out snorting. Now who's the pig i think. She grabs my hair bringing my face up. I grit my teeth to keep from punching her. She stands with a snarl as she tugs on my hair. I make myself whimper in pain as she tugs harder. She spits on my face and releases me. I wipe it off clenching my fist in my sweater. She slaps me and i bite my lip. This girl is playing with death. I huff out a shaky breath trying to contain my anger. I look up to and see her walking away her heels clicking against the floor. I open my locker and shove my bag into it. I take in large gulps of air trying to calm down. I close my eyes letting myself rest against the locker. I open them slowly and see a small white paper. I pick it up and read the blue ink scribbled on it. "Be ready, Love" I choke on my air as the paper starts to feel like a million pounds. I let it fall back inside my locker. I feel bile rise into my throat. I swallow it down and grab my books shakily closing my locker door. I turn and walk with my head down to class.  My thoughts bounce around my head. How did James get that note in my locker? How did he know what locker was mine? Should i run? I let my thoughts continue as i sit in the back of the class. I space out on the lesson getting lost in my terrifying thoughts. James. James is my terrifying thought.