Five Against One

Nothing to Lose

Chapter 11  see

I walk into school and sigh. Looking around I don't see any sign of the boys. I walk to my locker quietly avoiding eye contact with every student I come across.

I open my locker and pull out my books on edge. I catch a glimpse of my face in my small mirror and see a small scar above my right eyebrow. I sigh and look down at my hands to see a small butterfly drawn in marker. I smile to myself but quickly shut my locker heading to class.

I walk in slowly and see Harry, Zayn, Liam, and Niall. I sigh and sit near the back by the window, a row in front of them. It's warm in the classroom so I absentmindedly pull up my sleeves to mid forearm.

On the board the teacher wrote down the day of the week, Tuesday, and what to write in our notebook,

"Write about your stress relief."

I pull out my notebook and write about how I like to whip lacrosse balls at a goal when I'm pissed. The teacher leaves the classroom leaving a girl named Anna in charge for the time being.

"Writing about your pencil sharpeners Alex?" Zayn says and the class laughs.

"Maybe she's writing about those lovely sports injuries." Niall snickers.

"Hey, scouts honor Alex." Harry snickers.

"Hey? What are those scars on your wrists from? Cooking injuries?" Zayn says, I purse my lips and look at my wrists.

I turn around.

"No, I'm writing about the time I punched Liam in the face and made you look like a little bitch trying to comfort him Zayn, and how the time Niall and Liam saw so much of my blood they puked like little kids coming off a rollercoaster, oh and the time Harry cried after punching me and almost killing me, begging for my forgiveness. That's what I'm writing about. I relieve my stress by making you and your pack of monkeys act like little bitches. That's, what I'm writing about Zayn." I say and he narrows his eyebrows and glares at me.

"You'll regret that Kale." he hisses.

"Ha. Ha. Kiss my ass." I say.

Alex Kale, you've got your mojo back.

Class goes by quickly and I walk to my locker when someone grabs my shoulder.

"Do you have a death wish?" Harry spits in my ear.

"I'm not taking his shit anymore, I tried standing down to you guys, but I'm not doing it anymore." I say.

"I swear, you're the most ignorant person I've ever met." he says.

"Screw you Styles." I say and he slaps me.

"You watch your mouth Alex." he says.

"What are you gunna do? Kill me, I think I've made it pretty clear I don't care anymore Harry." I say and he clenches his jaw.

"You can't lose anything, when you have nothing to lose right?" I say and he grabs my wrist and looks at them.

He finds the cut I gave myself last night and presses on it hard digging his nail into it. I cringe a tiny layer of tears forming in my eyes looking up at him as he increases the pressure.

"Not gunna cover them up today?" he asks in an evil tone.

"Nothing to lose, remember? I don't care what people think of me, I don't care about anything or anyone anymore. No one gives a shit about me, and I don't give a shit about anyone else." I say. "So go ahead, do what you please." I say and he pushes me.

I walk into the classroom leaving Harry in the hallway. I sit down in my chair and copy down the notes as Harry comes in. He sits with Louis and Niall, never taking his gaze off of me.