Naomi:
Fate has never really been on my side. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's done everything in its power to work against me. Maybe that would explain why I'm bullied so much, or why my parents are friends with the Meyers. Of course, there is the occasional time that it works in my favor. I'd had the fortune of becoming friends with the musketeers, and I can't say I'm not thankful for my family because I know that there are plenty of people who don't have a very good home life.
However, this particular time, it was the former. I had thought that I could just go to my locker on my own. It's not too much to ask right? Not much can happen in just two minutes away from the guys.
But going back to that whole fate thing, it just so turns out that Raymond's locker is only four lockers down from mine. See? The universe hates me.
I guess he was suffering from not being able to pick on me, seeing as how I always have the guys around me now. Yeah, I know, how evil. I have this theory that he's secretly a demon in disguise, and he needs to feed off of people's suffering to survive. That would explain the sociopathic tendencies.
When I arrive at my locker, he's surrounded by several of his football buddies(or as I like to call them, his army of goons.) He smirks as he snakes his hand around Abby's waist while he talks. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. Then again, they would make the perfect couple. Their both arrogant, annoying, and have an IQ of negative eight. The king and queen of hell.
They don't notice me at first, and I almost thank God out loud for that. Surprisingly, Raymond isn't the first to notice me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Candice pointing at me, and I pray to God that they decide I'm not worth their time.However, I lose all hope when my locker is slammed shut, and I almost break my hand.
"Well look who it is," a voice sneers from behind me. I let out a deep breath to calm myself down before turning around to face the devil. I almost yelp and jump back when I realize he's a lot closer than I expected.
"Where'd your friends go? They aren't here to save you?" he taunted.
"I don't need them," I said, trying to sound strong. I'm sick of people thinking that I'm completely dependent on them.
"Did they finally realize what a piece of shit you are and get rid of you?" I can't deny that the words hurt. They always hurt. But like always, I ignored them.
"Joke's on you, they knew you were nothing from the start," I retorted. Geez, I really need to learn when to not run my mouth. In a split second, Raymond had pinned me to the lockers as his friends watched in amusement. I hid the jolt of pain that shot through my spine, keeping my eyes locked on his.
"Do you want to say that again?" he challenged, knowing that when it really came down to it, I was no match for him.
"Why? Are you too stupid to understand it the first time?" I spat. I only have a second before his fist makes contact with my face, causing my head to whip to the side. I would have fallen had he not been holding me up by the collar. I notice a small crowd forming in addition to Raymond's friends, all eager to see the shit beaten out of a girl.
He gives me no warning before he knees me in the stomach, causing me to hunch over in pain. I have almost no time to recover before he slams me against the lockers again and leans in close to my ear.
"Listen here, Naomi," he said, his voice full of menace. "You are in no position to be making snarky remarks right now. I'd suggest you try not to make me angry, because I could beat you within an inch of your life right here, right now, and nobody would care, nor would they be able to stop me. Don't forget that you are nothing and you always will be nothing. That's why you have no friends. That's why your parents don't care enough to even notice what's going on, and it's why Dominic left you in second grade," he whispered dangerously into my ear.
