Don't judge me, Till you know me

Chapter 1 - Bullied *Edited*

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                                                                                    // BULLIED //

THE cracked pavement almost blurs in my vision as my mind focuses on preparing itself for the day ahead. A metal wall begins to set itself in the forefront of my mind as the thought of the insults that await me eats at my self-esteem. The reason behind all this prep is that I honestly have no bloody clue as to what they will throw at me, their relatively low IQ managing to come up with astonishingly good threats and insults. As soon as I got into their line of sight, the comments were hurled my way.

"Hey, it's the redheaded geek!" One single-minded jock yelled out.

"Ahahaha, geek!"

"Freak!"

"Oi, nerd! Did you finish my homework?" But of course, knowing my luck, I didn't actually get a chance to reply because I was shoved against the wall.

"Bitch, you think you're so pretty, you're not. Have you done my homework or not!!" A dim-witted cheerleader sneers in my ear. Her hand was enclosed tightly around my neck meaning that I could only nod.

"Good, where is it?" Her hand lets go causing me to fall on the ground in a heap. I scramble to my bag and clumsily get out the right piece of paper to hand to her.

"Now I will see you at the end of the day so you can do the stuff I get given today ok? Good" The chick proceeded to turn on her heel and stalk off.

I slowly get up and hand out the completed homework to the demanding idiots in shoulder pads and the scatterbrains in what is meant to be a cheerleading uniform. I'm glad that they don't seem to care how well the work is done, just as long as it is better than what they could probably do. Sucks to be them during a pop quiz or an exam.

Sadly, this was usually just the start of my day.

Getting shoved out of my seat consistently meant that I had to take refuge up front where the teachers would continue to ask me the questions, not that I minded. It was the constant snickering and barely contained giggles that seemed to go on behind me when I got the answers right was what bothered me.

But like I said, that's what usually happened anyway.

As the bell for lunch rang in the distance I felt myself getting worried. There was a shortage of remarks and insults today and I was beginning to freak out.

It seems I may have spoke too soon as my main attackers made their way towards me. Shane, Zach (the twins), Shelly, Zoe (the airheads) Roman, Rose, Brittany (Queen Bee) and last but not least, Zayn. Basically what most people could refer to as the populars.

Thing is, they just continued on, only pausing to give me disgusted looks as they passed. Weird. No one came up to me or threatened to beat me up if I didn't give them my lunch money. Safe to say I was a little on edge. Feeling like the nervous wreck that was becoming me, I head to math.

As I walk in the chatter continues with only a few glances my way. Maybe they have finally gotten over how I dress and what I seem to look like? They could have gotten tired of always picking on the same girl and were bored so they gave up?

Gee, a girl can hope.

I found it odd that the teacher didn't pick on me as much and the class was having a very minimal reaction to my correct answers. To say this was scaring the heck out of me would be an understatement.

Time for my last period for the day, which coincidently was free. Since this was the case I headed over to the library so I could get my own homework over and done with meaning that my spare time tonight and on the weekend would be used only on my 'extra' stuff I was gonna be given and knowing me, it won't take that long anyway.

"Ah, we thought we might find you here." A voice penetrates through my focused haze.

Oh crap.

"Miss redhead, can you please go die in a hole? You do know that those things that you call glasses do nothing for you?" Zoe continues.

"Nerd, why don't you just leave here? You will be doing everyone a massive favour." Brittany tells me with a glint in her eye.

A punch was sent flying to my stomach, making me double over in pain as it seriously hurt.

"Freak, did you really think that you were safe? Ha, remember last time you thought that! Now that didn't end pretty, just like you're not." Shelly pipes up.

Trust me when I say that I would love to bite back the many retorts that are burning to be said but I learnt a long time ago to keep my mouth shut.

Next I see a figure pushing through the group and my heart drops because Zayn is coming towards me. I hate it when he picks on me, he is the one I just can't handle teasing me. Luckily, he doesn't do it much as he usually stands off to the side and watches but when he does taunt me, it tears me up.

He now stands in front of me, staring intently. "How about you just run away and never come back?"

That deep husky voice of his made me melt but what he told me broke my heart into a million pieces. This has never happened before, yes he has teased me about my looks before but one way or another, he finds a way to apologise. Not once has he told me to leave and I guess that was my final undoing.

As he shoved me away I felt sparks where is hand came into contact with my skin and an electric jolt ran up my spine and caused him to pull away.

He curses under his breath and mutters something about him praying that something couldn't be true. What couldn't be true? Oh well.

"So, are you going to do it? Are you gonna die tonight because I swear to god that if I see your face on Monday, I will kill you myself." Zoe hisses.

Well, then you wont have anyone to do your homework for you. I though harshly.

"Bitch, you know I don't actually care if I fail!" Rose whisper yells.

Um, how...? Whatever. I just shrug off the uneasy feeling that washes over me. As the bell rings I bolt from the library, listening to the cackling laughter that follows me out.

I run and leave this place, fighting tears the whole way because of what that one boy said. How could I have been so stupid? As I near the forest I dump my bag on the ground and continue on as I could feel the wood calling to me.

But one thing was etched into my head because when I had glanced back at Zayn, the look in his eyes had stolen what little breath I had left. There was a hint of lust in them as well as disappointment and regret but that couldn't be right because he has Brittany and he doesn't like me like that.

But could it have been real? Or was it just a fragment of my imagination? What ever it was, I hadn't stuck around long enough to find out.