No One Accepts Me

Chapter 12

Back to Carrie's POV

The sound of my alarm wakes me up. I turn it off and roll to the side to see nobody there. Chris must have left last night while I started snoozing. Eh, it's fine, I guess, since he stayed for a bit. 

I shrug the thought away and start to do my morning routine and then heading downstairs for breakfast. Until I hear ma and pa talking. 

"Should we tell Carrie about him?" I can hear ma say. I can't help but chime in. 

"Tell me what?" Cliche isn't it?

They both jump by the sight of me and then look at each other. C'mon, whatever it is, it's probably not going to affect me in any way. 

"It's about Chris." Pa says. Okay, never mind me saying that. 

Chris? I demand an explanation!

"We saw him laying in our front lawn early this morning and your dad brought him to the hospital. We could see that he was badly injured." Pa explains more. 

I sit down beside them. Who was he beaten up by? I'm betting it's Brad. Has to be. It must be. Why would he do that? Why would he still want to be with me? After all, he did sort of dump me. Why would he rush back to this emo, depressing girl that everyone hates? How stupid can he be?!

Without knowing, I was clenching my fist and holding in my breath. I try to relax as ma tries to calm me down. Pa looks at his watch. 

"Sorry, ladies, but I have to get going." Pa says and kisses both ma and me on the forehead and then heading to the door and leaves.

"I'm sure Chris will be alright." Ma says. 

- - - - -

As I enter the school, the hallway is full with students and their chatters echoing in the hallway. Packed as always. I squeeze my way through the crowd to go to my locker and drop off some stuff. Because seriously, this bag weighs a TON!

But before I could reach it, I can see Brad's blonde hair and him leaning on my locker. That mother fucker, he will pay for what he did to Chris. Before I could make a decision, I walk faster to Brad because he deserves a big slap around the head. 

Once he notices me, he starts to smile. My nose is flaring and I'm starting to bubble up. Why is he smiling? Is he smiling because he finally beaten up Chris? Is he happy because my boyfriend is in the hospital now? 

Without control, I drop my bag and start to slap him. I slapped him real hard to the point where the sound echoes within the walls; head turned; his cheeks having a mark. He deserved it. This fucking asshole deserved it. 

"What's wrong with you?!" I ask him, breathing hard. Everyone stops talking and starts staring at us. 

"I was about to ask the same question." He replies, rubbing his cheek.

"Why the fuck would you do that to Chris?!" 

"What are you talking about?" He's smiling. I can't help but slap him on the other side of his face, twice as hard. 

"I'm talking about Chris, you shit-wit!" I yell at him. 

"Fight, fight, fight, fight..." People starts chanting and whistling. 

"BOTH OF YOU! TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!" A male teacher voice disrupts the crowd and they go back to chattering and going to their classes.

Brad looks at me in utter fear. His eyes about to tear up and his mouth starts quivering.  Yeah, bitch, fucking fear me. You think you can just step on me? Just because I'm a girl? Just because I'm emo? No. You were wrong if you thought that. You were so. Fucking. Wrong.

I walk back to my bag and follow the male teacher to the Principal's office. Honestly, I don't care if I get detention. I don't care if I get suspended, at least I sort of stood up for myself after being a coward last year. This makes me feel proud and happy about myself. 

Upon reaching the Principal's office, Brad was behind me this whole time. We enter to see the principal, sitting on his desk as if he was waiting for us. Talk about creeeeepyyy. 

"These two students had a fight just a few minutes ago." The teacher explains to the Principal. 

He nods his head and grabs out two pieces of paper and start scribbling down some words. After a long silence, he hands both Brad and I the papers.

"Give that to your parents." He says calmly and motions us to exit the room. Really? No suspension? No lecture? This Principal is the best!

When Brad and I exit, he flinches just when I'm going for the door handle. 

"What? You're scared now?" I ask him, raising an eye-brow and smirking. He gives me a scared smile and I walk out with a proud one. Yas, bitch, yas. 

We separate ways and I reach my first class.

"You're late," Ms. Chesterfield says once I open the door. "But you are excused because you came from the principal's office." Everyone starts ooo-ing until Ms. Chesterfield slaps the table. I mean, slaps the table. 

I make my way to my usual seat which was always reserved because who wants to sit where I usually sit? No one except for me. And also because I'm always sitting beside Terence. I mean, we're basically the stereo-typical losers in the school.

Ms. Chesterfield starts writing notes on the whiteboard and people around me starts writing it down on their notebook. 

"What happened?" Terence whispers to me. 

"Tell you later." I whisper back. 

Someone taps my shoulder from my right and he passes me a note.  

What did you get in trouble for? Trying to commit suicide on school grounds? Naught, naughty, little emo.

All my pride is gone; all my strength is gone. Even with just one note, can make me feel worse. Just one single note, already makes me feel worse. 

I see a shadow coming and I look up to see Ms. Chesterfield. She puts a hand out to see the note. Then she reads it out and everyone turns their head to Olivia.

"What? I didn't do it." Olivia says innocently. 

"Everyone in detention!" Ms. Chesterfield yells. "Except for you, Carrie, after what happened with your parents I felt pity for you." 

"Lucky, bitch!" Someone calls out, I can hear that it's Olivia. 

"Two hours for you, Olivia!" 

"Crap."

"Three hours! Say another word and I will make it four!"

Olivia slumps back to her seat and gives me a death glare. My insides starts to churn. Fuck, how did I do it with Brad? How did I defeat him? Why does it feel like Olivia is a boss battle in a fighting game? Am I secretly in a fighting game? Who knows?