The Dilemma of Being a Weirdo

Chapter 1: "I'm Justin Bieber."

"Ew, it's Justin." Samantha laughed with her cheerleader friends as they walked passed me in the hall.

"Oh my, did the Samantha Barnes just talk to me, a Justin? My oh my I better go celebrate this achievement for my life shall never be the same after this experience." I wipe away a fake tear as the blonde cheerleader rolls her eyes at me and mumbles the usual response,

"Shut up, Justin."

The girls giggle and walk away.

Annoyed, I pace over to my locker to grab my money for lunch.

"Hey Justin." Allison, my locker neighbor, grins at me.

"Hey Allison, what's up?"

"I got into that musical I was telling you about a few weeks ago!" Her eyes wrinkle with the large smile that's spread across her small face.

"Good job." I grab my money and switch out my books for the classes after.

"Thanks Justin, I don't understand why everyone hates you so much." Allison slams her locker shut and skips off.

Why does everyone hate me? I may have been an asshole to a few people once or twice but that doesn't mean that they could just despise me because of that. I used to try and be nice to everyone but there's no point in even trying. I'm a Junior, how am I supposed to change their views by now?

During lunch I sit alone, or maybe with the quiet kids since no one else wants to bother with me. Whatever.

"What the hell Justin?" The captain of the football team, ex best friend, and narcissistic idiot, Blaine whines.

"What did I do now Blaine?" I groan while taking an apple off of his tray.

Since people already assume I'm some annoying prick I may as well act the part.

"You can't talk to Samantha the way you talk to everyone else." He sets his lasagna and milk down before gripping onto the collar of my shirt.

I can't help but snort at how pathetic this is.

"Is something funny?" Blaine leans in closer to me as his grip around my shirt tightens.

"First of all dipshit, I can talk to anyone in any form I please. Second of all dumbass, yes, I find that you're trying to stand up for your whore of girlfriend very amusing. So go ahead big shot, beat the crap out of me right here in front of everyone."

There's always a crowd for whenever I talk to anyone with the slightest ounce of disrespect.

Blaine's cheeks turn a deep red.

Freshman year he ditched me along with the rest of my "friends." He claims to only have done it because I'm a freak loser. We both know that he's just like me though, only he cares way more about what these people think.

"Punch me right now you big, quivering, pussy." Yes, I do know I'm only making people like me less and less by being this way. I can't help it though, it's fun.

"Do it Blaine!" His little sidekick, Ethan, screeches.

Blaine leans a little closer to whisper into my ear, "If you weren't such a weirdo we could still be friends."

I laugh at the thought of being anything like these morons.

"So since I'm a so called weirdo, you and the rest of this school try to give me hell everyday."

Blaine sighs and does what everyone wanted him to do, punch me right in the face.

One day I'll fight back, one day I'll win. But for now, I grab my shiny green apple and make my way to the nurse's office.