Jumbled Heartaches

Creep

Anger. 

Depression. 

That's all I feel as I sit in class. 

It surrounds me everywhere I go, developing me into a pit of despair. 

I can hear that kid sitting next to me, clicking his pen repeatedly, and I'm waiting for one of the rude kids to lash out and fight him. 

I think the kid next to me likes me though, because I can feel his eyes on my face. He's trying to get my attention. 

I make eye contact with my best friend from across the room. 

Her face is plastered with a grimacing smile, and I can practically see her laughing in her eyes as the creep next to me scoots closer, clicking his pen more frequently. 

Kill me. 

How can I focus on my test when he's sitting there staring at me? 

Part of me wants to tell him to stop fucking staring, but the rest of me wants to stay silent because I don't want to upset him. I don't know why he's here, so I'm going to be polite. 

My best friend looks like she feels bad now, and he leans in and sniffs my hair. 

"Bro, stop clicking that shit you annoying skank! Put the fucking pen down or I'm going to walk over there and break it in two!" A loud voice booms from behind me. 

I don't have to turn around to know who it is. 

Jacob Shiner. He is he second rudest student to walk SMBS. 

And, surprise surprise, his best friend is the first rudest. 

The kid next to me stands up. 

I scoot my chair back. 

The boy standing near me brushes his blonde curls out of his eyes. He's tall and lanky. His body is awkwardly shaped, and his face covered in acne. 

Jacob Shiner is glaring at this kid from his seat. His brown eyes are so dark that they're almost black. His black hair is short, his perfectly tanned skin stretches over the large muscles on his arms. 

He cocks an eyebrow at the creepy guy. 

"What are you going to do, bitch?"

"Fuck you faggot, you annoying ass-"

He doesn't even get to finish his sentence before Jacob cuts him off. 

"Shut the fuck up, scrawny bitch. Stop sniffing that fugly girls hair, fuck face! Stop clicking that damn pen, and ask her out if you like her that much!"

"She's not ugly!" My best friend screams from across the classroom. 

At once, everyone starts screaming at each other. 

I hate this school. 

The teacher is trying to regain control, but this class is like a college room, wrapped around the teacher's desk, and there's probably a hundred seniors in here. It's the entire senior class. 

Everyone is screaming, Jacob is barreling towards the creep. 

Fuck it. 

I grab my backpack and walk out. 

I'm going to my bed. I don't need to deal with this bullshit.

The moment I'm out of sight of my classmates, I start crying. 

I really am fugly. 

I hear the door to the classroom slam shut and reopen. 

I already hear the phone in the counselors office going off as I walk past.