Falling Slowly

Chapter 9 - Causing a Scene

*Warning: Language. Enough said.

Monday. It came so quickly and I cringed at the thought of it. The morning was rather normal, and no one had mentioned anything about Damian yet. It was only time before someone spoke up, and when they did, I would be so not prepared to answer them. I can't let them know. But maybe it's too late?

Last night I continued reading through MyDeadLivingSoul's Twitter posts. I couldn't wrap my mind around who at my school would be writing this. But whoever it was, I wished him the best of luck. We all needed it.

After fourth period I sat down at the lunch table without any lunch. This morning I checked the fridge and everything was locked. Like literally, my mother put a padlock on the food on the drawers in the fridge, and everything that was on the shelves required cooking. I had to double check the drawers to make sure they were actually locked because I couldn't believe she would actually drill holes into the plastic. Honestly I think that woman was crazy. Was she trying to punish me for something? I didn't even do anything. But maybe just my existence is enough for this to happen.

Sam and Robert walked over to the table and sat down across from me. "Hey where's your lunch?" Robert looked down at the empty table in front of me.

"Don't have any today." I felt uncomfortable so I took out my homework and started working on it. I glanced up and was relieved to see that they were in conversation. I hated attention.

A minute later the rest of our group came and sat down in their respective places. Everyone was in conversation and no one had brought up anything about Damian, thankfully. Suddenly this girl wearing waay too much makeup and in a cheerleader outfit walked up to our table.

Oh my gosh. Please not another one of these. I felt my blood beginning to boil inside. I glared at the stupid ass cheerleader and was planning to make her regret the next thing that would come out of her stupid ass mouth. But I couldn't do anything; I never wanted to make a scene. Especially not at school with everyone's judgmental eyes.

Then the freaking cheerleader spoke.

"Hey Robert, Sam, Lyla, Jacob, and Simon! So I was wondering if you guys would be so kind and like. Drop this dead weight over there," That nasty little bitch pointed her finger at me and smirked, "and maybe like. I dunno. Let me sit with you guys. And I will totally tag along and whatnot. Whatever that thing over there does I can do much better. I mean does she even talk? Like all I ever see her do is-"

"Stop." I felt my heart stop too. My eyes darted toward the person who said it.

It was Jacob.

The disgusting girl stopped talking. Her mouth dropped open and was wided-eyed staring at Jacob. She closed her mouth and was about to say something else when Sam spoke up. "Hi there Little Miss Bitch. It would be so kind if you like. Fucking leave. " she mimicked the cheerleader's voice.

This time the girl froze and seemed shocked. She looked back and forth between all of us and her eyes finally settled on me. "Whatever you brainwashed them, I-"

"She told you to fucking leave!" Simon yelled, standing up from his seat. He looked beyond pissed. I looked around and was a bit surprised myself to see everyone else have similar expression.

"Tammy, just give it a break." I quickly turned around and saw Dylan yelling at her from the jock's table. Hm, maybe he wasn't that bad after all. I glanced at the other tables and realized they were all at a standstill, watching the "wonderful" entertainment from our table.

Finally, Tammy flipped her hair and walked away fuming. Simon slowly sat back down and sighed. I felt myself on the verge of rage and and clenched my hands into fists. Comfortingly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn't resist when the person gently pushed me into his chest. I looked up. It was Jacob. I buried my head back into his chest and tried not to cry. But I just had to let it all out.