Avoid Him

Chapter 5

Amelia

It's lunch now, and I'm sitting by myself in the corner like always. I had Calculus before this, and I finally got my test grade back from last week.

I remember clearly that A in bold circled in red pen. Thank god.

I would have been so mad at myself if I bombed that test. Calculus is my favorite subject, something that I'm really good at. Yeah. I'm a math geek.

Sadly, Brady Adams is in Biology with me. Throughout the day we have 2 classes together. Yay. A few times today, I found that my eyes suddenly wandered to him, which I'm trying to avoid.

He's like a magnet, and my eyes are drawn to him.

Hey, it's not my fault he looks like a Greek God.

Seriously, how the hell is he that attractive?

Stop, I tell myself. He's irrelevant.

I stand up from my seat, and trudge towards the trash can. As I'm about to dump my lunch tray, I stumble into somebody, and their own lunch ends up all over my black sweatshirt.

Holy shit! I glance down at my sweatshirt, and see it covered in mash potatoes and gravy. Yuck!

I glance up at the perpetrator, and glare at him.

But my scowl quickly vanishes when I realize who it is. Brady. And standing behind him is Andrew and Olivia, snickering. Nick is also there, but his face holds a frown. Surprisingly he doesn't join in with the laughter that has now spread through the whole cafeteria.

I look back at Brady's awestrucken face, and anger boils inside me. No one messes with me. No one pushed me around. No one is allowed to draw attention to me.

So I draw back my arm, and put my hand in a form of a fist. Good luck, Brady Adams. The impact is hard on my hand, but I feel like the impact on his face will be harder.

Shock surrounds his features, and he puts his own hand up to his face, probably a reflex.

Then, everything goes silent.

Five seconds later, the lunch room erupts in gasps. I then realize that I should run. Brady's fan club will probably come after me any second now.

I quickly remember the mess on my sweatshirt, and I unzip it and drape it over my arm.

Then I break into a sprint. Towards the bathroom.

I need to get out of here.

I hurriedly rush down the hallway, and quickly teach my destination. I open the girls bathroom door, and shut it behind me. I lock it, and lean against it for support, because I'm still shaken from the events that just happened.

Gasping for breath, I clutch my throat.

I'm not dying am I?

I wait a few seconds until I move, just to make sure I don't fall over like a new born penguin.

I stand up, a little wobbly at first, but soon stand straight. I walk up to the sink and mirrors, and take a long look at myself.

I'm a mess.

My used to be bun is now halfway out. Some hair surrounds my shoulders, and falls down my back. I'm sweaty, and my clothes are wrinkled.

Don't even get me started on my now ruined sweatshirt.

That costed $25!

Not to mention, my all time favorite piece of clothing.

I'm done with everyone at this crappy high school. Especially Brady Adams.