The Bad Boy Calls Me Princess

Gym Is Always Fun, Isn't It?

It's Wednesday now. Half way through this week. Thank god. Still two more days to go though.

And today, there was someone here who was absent yesterday and the day before. He was the guy I liked but was too shy to ever talk to so I just stared at him half of the time. Noah Winters. Tall, muscular, smart, crystal blue eyes, chestnut brown hair, and a jawline that was carved by god himself. Oh lord was he a sight for sore eyes.

I don't know why he hadn't been at school these past two days, but I really didn't care to know. It was second period now, History, and I actually liked this class. Both Allison and Liam were in this class, so was Noah, and the teacher made the class really interesting. She would have us do group presentations on who was our favorite president and why, or she'd have us do little reenactments of the Congress meetings with little skits. It was one of the best parts of the day. Plus, Samuel and Lenny weren't here. Tyler was. Great.

Ms.Izla was late today, as she is almost every day, so there was a lot of chatter from the students. People had their phones out too, taking pictures and listening to music. Liam, the flirtatious mind he is, talking to Allison and admiring her every move. I'd say he's in love but I can't imagine that right now.

My phone went off so I opened it, not caring for what I was opening.

Guess who texted? Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Tyler Jackson.

Tyler: Can I sit with you guys at lunch? Sam and Len are pissed at me.

I asked Allison and Liam if he could. They were a little skeptical but said yes anyways.

Myself: Sure.

Tyler: Great. See ya then, Short Stack ;)

Short Stack??? Okay, I can tolerate being called Jord, that's whatever. But Short Stack?? What the hell did he think he was doing? And that winky face, ugh. Disgusting.

Ms.Izla walked in the room and we all put our phones away and stopped talking. Ms.Izla was, although creative, she was very strict. We all knew to keep our mouths shut unless spoken to by her, so the whole class was silent.

As her normal routine, she started attendance. No other teachers did this, even when they're supposed to, but we didn't care that much. At least I didn't care.

"Liam J. Grandison" Ms.Izla called. Liam raised his hand and said, "Present."

Instead of just saying 'Here' or 'I'm here', we have to say 'Present' because that's proper. It's stupid to me but I can't change it.

"Allison S. Hellen" Ms.Izla called, and Allison did the same as Liam.

She read off a few more names, including Tyler's and others that I didn't know.

"Jordan E. Meritt" I raised my hand just as the others had done before and said present and all that jazz.

Liam and Allison call me Jem sometimes since it's my initials but I never cared for my name that much.

Speaking of nicknames, Allison's nicknames are Ally and Ash, A S H are her initials. Liam's nickname is LJ, the first two initials of his name.

The last name called was Noah's and he looked up from his desk that he was focused on staring at for the past three minutes. Noah was friends with Tyler so it wasn't a surprise when they kept looking at each other and mouthing sentences back and forth.

Ms.Izla had us get into pairs of two, so me and my best friends had to split. We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get kicked out, and I lost so I had to get another partner. Noah and his best friend, Daniel, paired up, and there was three other groups of two scattered around the room. Finally, everyone but me and one other person were paired up.

"Guess I'm your partner, Short Stack."

This was going to be torture.

Tyler sat down in front of me, turning his chair around so we could share the desk I was at. Ms.Izla then announced to the class that we had to make a script for the reenactment of the Lincoln-Douglas Debates. Then she said that this would take a week to complete, ten another week to present. Two weeks. Two weeks with this atrocity of a boy.

"Great. You wanna be Douglas or Lincoln?" Tyler asked me after Ms.Izla told us to get started. "I'm Douglas." I said and he nodded, taking out his phone, hopefully doing research. We hadn't learned about this debate yet, so we had to search it up and learn from a reliable source.

I found out that it was a series of seven debates between Lincoln and Douglas about slavery that led to Lincoln's presidency. It also led up to the Civil War. Tyler didn't find anything. Of course. I was going to be doing everything for this project and he was just going to read the lines. This was just perfect.

I started writing down what I had found onto a sheet of paper as neat as I could. I wrote my name on it and then Tyler grabbed my pencil from me and wrote his name down next to mine. Surprisingly, his handwriting was as good as mine. Mine was slightly better, of course, but it was still pretty neat.

My phone lit up with a text from Allison, who was a few seats in front of me.

Allison: Is he even doing any work? Are you gonna have to do it all yourself? That must suck. Sorry that you lost Rock Paper Scissors.

Myself: So far, yes I'm doing it by myself. And yes it does suck. But it's fine I guess.

"Who are you texting?" Tyler asked suddenly, leaning over the desk to see my phone. "None of your business" I said a little too quickly. "Someone's hiding something..." he drawled out. I didn't care what he thought. I just wanted to get this done and over with.

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A few periods later, I'm in gym, dreading going out into the basketball court. It's kinda cold so I'm wearing leggings and a t-shirt with some white adidas shoes. We're playing basketball and I am not excited. The boys try to show off to the popular girls while they just stand there holding a basketball, feeling as if they are actually doing something. Yet they're not. Allison and I usually just pass the ball back and forth while talking to each other, which we were doing now. People were still coming out of the locker rooms and into the court so I kept watching who was walking in.

Hey, guess who it was! Samuel and Lenny! Just fan-frickin-tastic!

I looked at Allison, passing the ball to her. When I got the ball back, Samuel came up from behind me and snatched it from me. "What the hell is your problem, man?" Allison yelled at him. "Don't start with me, bitch." He said to her and she backed off a bit. I understood why she backed away. I didn't want her getting hurt.

"So where's your new boyfriend?" Lenny asked me. "What boyfriend?" I asked. "Tyler." Samuel said.

Tyler?! My boyfriend?! No way. There's no way in hell I would ever get with him.

"He's not my boyfriend, you of all people should know that." I said to them, still trying to get the basketball back from them. I would just get another one but there weren't any left. What a coincidence.

"Really? 'Cause he stood up for you yesterday after school. And he's your partner in that stupid history project, isn't he? And he tried to get us to stop teasing you. That must mean that he's your boyfriend. And there are so many girls who want to kill you right now. And there's us, who have always wanted to hurt you, and possibly kill you. Now we have a better reason to do so." Lenny rambled off to me, grabbing my arm and twisting it around so that he could hopefully break it.

A shooting pain went through my arm as I tried breaking free, but I was too weak.

Finally, I heard something crack, and the pain shot through my whole arm. I heard yelling coming from somebody but I couldn't figure out who with all this pain in me. It hurt so much. I started crying and once Lenny finally let go, I dropped to the floor and tried to get my arm to stop hurting. Allison came over, rubbing my back in a comforting way. Someone else came up in front of me. I looked up to see who it was. Tyler reached down and picked me up, carrying me bridal style out of the gym doors.

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