Scarred (Wattys2017)

Chapter 2

I walked into my usual class and automatically felt the familiar feel of wanting to run am the other direction.

They all looked at me and I watched them as they either coward away or point and laughed at me.

I hugged my books to my flat chest and scattered to my back row seat, my hair covering my face.

Someone tripped me and my books went flying, my body following them to the ground.

Right before I hit the ground a pair of arms caught me.

I looked up and saw Pip, the class nerd.

I smiled up at him before standing back up.

"Thank you." I quietly thanked him in a small voice.

He was about to ask if I were alright but I quickly scrambled around to pick up my books and sat down in my chair next to the window.

I hid my smile with my long dark locks of hair.

At least there's one person I don't hate in this class.

"Aw, looks like there's a new couple in the class. The ugly nerd and the horror movie chick."

I heard the school jock mock us.

I held back my growl.

Bastard Wesly Pryers.

The teacher walked in before they could make things worse and lifted up a stack of twenty-five 7-15 paged essays.

"The results are in for the writing competition."

The class, to bring our class together, was assigned to be in either pairs of two, or solo if they wanted, and write a story of any genre.

I chose romance because that was my strongest. That might be because I knew love wasn't real and it most likely wouldn't happen to me.

Or because that's what I wanted my parents to have.

The teacher made it a competition to see who was the best out of them all.

He looked around the class and I saw him frown when he saw Wesly aiming a spit ball filled straw at my head.

He sent a wet ball flying across the room and I quickly moved before it could hit me.

I glared at him but soon realised my slip.

Shoot, I used my wolf speed.

They all stared at me and I pretended as if nothing happened.

They all went back to normal and shrugged it off...

...everyone except Pip.

The teacher passed out all the papers, and since we could get a maximum of 45 points, there were numbers being shot in my ears.

"I got 40."

"...38..."

"...42..."

"...19..."

"...31..."

Then a voice came from across the room that made everyone shut their mouths and look at them.

"I got 45/45." Wesly said with a smug look.

They all looked at the teacher.

"Is Wesly the winner, then?" Someone asked from the center.