Fragile Bones

Chapter Three

As it turns out, Asher is actually in several more of my classes. I have no idea why I didn't see him yesterday considering he should've been to the classes after lunch, but I didn't think about it too much. He was probably off doing meth in some janitorial closet or something. Or possibly committing some crime, like shooting up a JC Penney's. Yeah, that was probably it.

I was walking down the hallway toward my locker since school had just let out for the day. I only had tomorrow to get through before it was the weekend, thank god. I don't think I would be able to stand being in this place for any longer. I opened my locker door and grabbed a couple books I would need to complete the homework I had tonight and shoved them into my backpack. I set my bag down on the floor next to me, still open, kneeled down and started rifling through my locker to find my damn science textbook.

Come on, where are you textbook? I should really clean out my locker more frequently.

Out of nowhere, a sneaker clad foot kicked my backpack over so that the contents in it poured out into the mostly empty hallway. I held back a sigh and moved to pick the bag up, trying not to raise my eyes to meet the stare of who I knew was standing there. "Hey loser, look at me," a chilling voice said from above me. I mentally weighed my options and decided that ignoring him would probably be worse than looking at his grotesque face. Actually, if we're being honest here, his face was anything but grotesque, but that didn't change that fact that he was evil.

Upon lifting my head I was met with the cool blue eyes of Spencer Hale, the school's most popular guy all around. I think he was on some kind of sports team, probably football. Perhaps that was why everyone liked him so much, it couldn't be his personality. Sometimes he was crueler than even Lindsay, which was saying a lot. He stared down at me with a small smirk sketched onto his lips, standing very high above me as I was still kneeling on the floor. "I don't even know why I told you to look at me, you just seem to be getting uglier each day. I guess I just wanted to see that pathetic little look on your face," he laughed. He bent down so that his palms were resting on his knees and his face was nearly level with mine. "Pathetic," he repeated, staring into my eyes with no emotion, and certainly no remorse.

I immediately dropped my gaze below me onto the ground, not wanting to be a part of this torture any longer. I heard heels clicking their way down the hallway, the echoes getting louder and louder as the wearer came closer. Here came Lindsay, the one and only, in all her glory and revealing clothing.

Could this day get any freaking worse? I questioned in my head.

Lindsay walked straight up to Spencer, wrapping her arms around one of his biceps. "Hey babe," she purred into his ear, making him look sideways at her and smirk. Her eye caught mine on the floor and she wrinkled her nose with disdain. "Why are you messing with this thing?" She asked him, looking at me as if I was the most revolting thing on earth.

"Just trying to keep myself amused until you got here," he answered, looking down at me again. I wish they would just leave already, I've already been sitting here for forever.

"Forget about her, she's on the ground where a piece of trash like her belongs. What do you say you and I go back to my house to do something, a little more fun?" She whispered (or at least attempted to) seductively to him, and he knew exactly what she was implying. He wrapped an arm around her waist and they walked out of the school together, not before shooting me one last dirty look though.

I grabbed my science book, which had been right in front of my face this whole time and started picking up all my papers all over the hallway floor. Once they were all securely in my bag I slammed my locker shut and started speed-walking out the school doors right into a downpour. My parents weren't coming to pick me up today either, and I had missed all of the buses that would have been here, thanks to Lindsay and Spencer. The mere thought of those two sent my mind ablaze with questions. As they came pouring into my mind, like the rain pouring over me right this very moment I started to walk back to my house, my clothes getting soaked immediately. I didn't even bother to pull my sweatshirt's hood over my head.