No Shame (Book 2 - No Regrets)

Chapter Six - Twisted

KATIE'S POV

There are defiantly pros and cons to taking advanced classes during sophomore year. One of the pros is that in senior year I will have an extra free-period or two. One of the cons, is being surrounded with teenagers a couple years my senior; and being slightly lost. I took Algebra B for the first half of the semester; and now am in Calculus. The teacher, Miss. Slandonu, is quite strict and stern; however, she never acts irritated when I come to her classroom to after-school to ask about the schoolwork. I have two teachers who become very irritated when a student asks questions after class. After several times of being accused of not paying attention, I learned when to and when to not ask them questions.

The tapping of a pencil's eraser against my shoulder causes me to snap my focus back to the present. I spare a subtle glance around the room to make sure I haven't missed anything. Miss. Slandonu has us working on worksheets today, I've finished both of mine. Class doesn't end for another ten minutes, usually I would pull out a book or work on homework; but I forgot my books at home and I don't have any homework to work on from other classes. I feel another tap on my shoulder. I look over and mouth, "Thank you".

Christopher nods his head and places his pencil back down on his desk. He's a junior in high school, same grade as a majority of the class. Having a friend in the class has been nice, we look out for one another. He'll bring me back into the present if I've gotten lost in though, we'll both help with assignments, and exchange notes. He is also someone to talk to.

I look up at the clock above the blackboard. I watch as the second hand ticks, getting closer and closer to forcing the minute hand to move slightly.

Suddenly, I hear a soft-gentle tap. I turn my head and look over toward where the noise is coming from. I find Chris facing toward the blackboard, he looks over at me out of the corner of his eye and then down. I follow his line of sight until I see his notebook, half hanging over the edge of his desk. "Finished?" The page reads in his handwriting.

I nod my head. Chris pulls up the notebook back on his desk, he takes out his pencil and writes something down. Then he hangs half of the notebook back over the desk. "Not surprised". He smiles at me and gives me a thumbs up. I return his smile and roll my eyes a bit.

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"Please tell me that you got Abraham Lincoln as an answer to number eight." Christopher jokes as we walk out of the classroom. I laugh a bit.

"No, I got Roosevelt." I joke back.

Christopher chuckles, "Basketball game this week, right?" He asks.

"Yes, tomorrow." I answer.

"Cool, good luck." He says turning the corner to head to his next class. He waves a goodbye before disappearing into the sea of students.

I let out a sigh and my smile drops, I already know what awaits further down the hallway. Jerry Bryant, a fellow sophomore whose bad side I've managed to get on. Without fail, he briefly torments me on my way to third period. There's no other way to get to the class on-time other than to cross paths with him. I have tried to blend into the sea of students, but he always manages to spot me.

Before Christmas-break, he pulled the typical "Have a Nice Trip" on me. I had to deal with a bruise on my knee for days afterwards. He's also knocked books out my hand and even pulled my backpack right off my shoulders. I prepare myself mentally and head down the hallway.

"Hey crack-baby." The familiar voice says. I stiffen a bit but I continue to move along, hoping one mean-comment is all he has planned for today. "Think you fly above all of us?" He says. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him approach me. He grabs my arm, stopping me, he leans in close. I feel his warm breath against my neck. "Someone should teach you a lesson, b*tch." He growls in my ear. He lets go off my arm and gives me a shove before waking off.

I reach up, wrapping my hand around one for the straps of my backpack. As always, I remind myself that he is being a bully, nothing more. However, like always, the suffocating-sickening knots twisting inside me are not eased by the knowledge.

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