The Pretty Boy's Crush

Leverage's Revenge

I look to the right and see Makenna Leverage. Her hands are on her hips, and her neon pink converses are brighter than ever.

"You getting your dream?" She asks me as I look her up and down. Her brown hair is in a messy bun with hair sticking out on all the sides. Her hair is everywhere, she seems to be uglier up close.

"Yeah, I am," I say trying to act confident as she rolls her eyes.

"This isn't your table. But, it is my table." She says making a scrunched-up face as she raises her hand.

"Don't tell on her Makenna. She's just here because I told her to be." Jason says making it seem like I'm nothing but a loser to him. Like he was just using me. What if he's doing this to make her jealous again? Of course, what if he's saying that to make her walk away? What if he's doing it to protect me?

"Oh, sure Jason. Nobody cares about your new girlfriend. She's not even that good looking. She's nothing but an imperfect, unimportant, unpopular, fat, slutty, freak." Makenna retorts as a super-attendant comes up to her. It's Mr. Brown, the worst teacher to come here.

My heart hurts being called a slut and fat. I never realized that I wasn't skinny anymore. I didn't know all these things. Makenna is right, I'm unpopular and not a lot of people like me. Why? Why can't everyone just accept me for who I am?

"She's sitting in my seat, and this isn't even her table," Makenna whines as if I was the one telling her all the mean and insulting words. I think she's even faking some salty alligator tears.

Mr. Brown looks at me angrily and holds his hand out. "Give me your card." He says as I look at the ground and sigh.

"Yes sir, it's in my bag," I say getting and then getting my bag and then taking out a golden paper card with no signatures on it. Mr. Brown snatches it from me and then takes out his pen and writes his name on it.

"Now, go and sit at your table. If I catch you here again, you're going into ISS." He threatens me as I take my card back and sludge my way over to my table and sit down at my usual seat.

I look at my card and feel hot tears fill my eyes as I start to feel disappointed in myself.