Leave Me At the Doorstep

Chpt. 5: Nosy the Redhead Weirdo (Averys P.O.V.)

Chapter 5

Nosy the Redhead Weirdo

Avery’s POV

Nosy the Redhead Weirdo

Had a very nosy mouth

And if you ever heard it

You would just wanna slap, slap, slap him

    I feel kind of bad about this but, COME ON!!! Jackson Kitt is sooo annoying! I wish he would just shut up! Wow. I sound really mean. Oh well, as long as he doesn’t hear about this, I’m safe. He’s just -  AARRGGHH!!! It’s like once his trap opens it has to ramble on and on and on for eternity! He’s nice and funny, but he’s constantly all up in my beeswax! It’s like, DUDE! Take a chill pill! I’m fine. For all he knows, I could have drawn on my neck with a purple marker, for all he cares! Oh, I you don’t know what I’m talking about. So the other week, my bruise stopped hurting so I kind of forgot about it. I decided to wear my hair up in a ponytail the other day and Jackson saw my bruise.

“Oh my gosh! What is that?” He yelled.

“What?” I said stroking my neck. My hand ran over the bump that I’ve become so used to and I quickly pulled my hair out of the ponytail.

“Let me see it,” Jackson said, attempting to sooth me. He pulled up a chair and pushed my hair back behind my ear.

I relaxed for a second but then I saw the Ms. Chevy. “NO!” I smacked his hand away and pulled my hair back into place.

    I felt bad as I saw him cringe. He cradled his hand for a second. “Why do you keep that purple bruise hidden?” He asked, “Shouldn’t you tell someone about it?”

    “I...like looking pretty. The bruise makes me look ugly, so I keep it hidden,” I whispered, “Why are you curious anyways? It’s none of your business!”

    “‘Cause I’m your friend; I deserve to know! I’m your friend right?”

    It was my turn to cringe. But I got over it quickly. I walked out in a huff. I haven’t spoken to him for 3 days now.

    I’ve missed Ms. Chevy’s class so many times that now I have to do an extra class to make up for it. At 1:00 on a Friday. I’m giving up P.E. for it. Not that I mind but guess who is in Ms. Chevy’s 1:00 class?

    “Hi, Avery.”

    AAAUUUGGGHHH!!! Either this kid put some tracking device on me or - never mind. Besides the fact that Jackson kept trying to get a look at my bruise. I tried not look at him though. I guess we’re still ignoring each other. After class he approached me. I could tell he was staring at my bruise.

    “My brother accidentally hit me with his baseball bat,” I said. It wasn’t a complete lie. Julian did hit me with his baseball bat before and it was an accident. That’s just not what caused me to get a huge bruise on my neck. My dad hit me with an old wine bottle. It was really dirty so not only did the bruise turn purple, but it got infected and swelled. And technically, it’s not lying. I never said I have this bruise on my neck because...so I was telling the truth. My brother hit me with a baseball bat. It’s a basic fact.

    “Okay,” He looked convinced instantly. God, he’s easy to get, “Can I walk you home?”

    “I, um. I have a lot of homework today,” I shrugged. Jackson didn't look the least bit convinced by that.“And I have a lot of errands to run.” Now that was the truth. No trickery or twisting the words into my favor.

I just want Nosy the Redhead Weirdo to nosy off.