Someone Like You (Wattpad Version)

Humility 101

I walked into school with Jett and Harley. I skipped the topic of Roxy until I came face to face with her.

"So, that's it," she asked me.

"Pretty much," I said not showing any emotion.

"Have it your way," she smirked. I stood there as we watched her say, "Can I have everyone's attention?! Kaden Hardwick is a loser, with a two-inch dick that only gets with girls so he can fuck them and chuck them!"

My mouth dropped open.

"And on top of it, he's one of this geeky gamer person who prefers to play video games than actually talk to people." She turned to me as she smirked, "guess you're a bigger loser than you realize. Oh and one more thing!"

Oh god.

"Kaden can't fuck to save his life! Two pump chump! Honestly, sex with him was like having sex with a dead fish," she finished. I stood there as I looked at Harley and Jett who didn't say anything. They didn't even defend me.

Then it happened. People started calling me names, pointing and laughing.

"Damn that was cold," Emily said.

"No kidding," Amelia added.

Meadow stood there and watched it all happened but didn't say anything.

All through school, people whispered and stared. They pointed and laughed. Thanks, Roxy. You stupid bitch. I get cheated on yet I'm the laughing stock. Hell, my so-called friends didn't defend me.

Ever feel like you're completely alone? That was me.

At lunch, I sat down and people got up, moving to another table. I looked at my food and pushed it away. After school and at practice, the team pretty much teased me. As the cheerleaders made cheers to humiliate me. Mom was not thrilled.

After practice, I caught up with Jett and Harley, "Wait up!"

They stopped and looked at me.

"Is that it? You're just going to ignore me?"

"Kaden, man come on," Jett said.

"I get cheated on, humiliated and ignored. Thanks a lot," I said as I walked by them.

Funny thing about being popular, one minute you're on top of the world and the next minute you're a piece of shit. Apparently, I was a piece of shit now.

When I got home, I went straight to my room. I didn't want to talk to or see anyone.  I put on my headset and turned on my gaming system. I found a game and started to play.

"Nice of you to join us," Phoenix said.

"Bad day," I told her.

"Everyone has bad days. Now let's kick some ass," she said. Didn't have to tell me twice.  Unleashing my anger on complete strangers was the best feeling in the world.

Eventually, I found another game and Phoenix joined me.

"So, want to talk about it," she asked.

"Let's see my ex cheated on me, then proceeded to humiliate me. My best friends turned their back on me and my cousins refuse to have anything to do with me. So, no," I said as I played.

"Shit happens. You can either dwell on it or show them who's boss," she said.

"Easy for you to say. You never had to deal with this before," I told her.

"Au contrair, mon ami, I deal with more than you know. I just don't give a shit. Because at some point we all leave high school," she said.

"Good philosophy. Maybe I will try it," I said as we continued to play.

Eventually, I called it a night and went to bed. The truth was, I could give two shits less about Roxy. The person I liked, hated me. I think I was better off never joining the football. Then maybe I wouldn't have blown my chance with the girl I actually liked.

The next day I got up and got ready. I came down for breakfast and my parents tried to talk to me but I didn't say much. I mean, what could I say. I'm pretty sure mom told dad what happened at school.

I finished my breakfast and went to school. I pulled into the parking lot and got out. I took a deep breath and walked into school. Of course, people laughed at me. Thanks, Roxy. Thanks a lot.

I went to class and sat in the back of the room. I listened to people talk about me, making comments, snickering. This completely blows.

All day it was like that as I learned first hand what being a pariah felt like. I decided to go somewhere else and eat alone. Better than having to deal with people.

I sat in an empty classroom and ate my lunch alone. I know, I shouldn't run away from my problems but who the hell wants to sit alone having people make jokes about you?

"You're not seriously moping, are you," I heard someone asked me.

I looked up to see Meadow standing there. Shit.

"It's funny. You spent years making fun of me when the tables turn and you can't handle it," she smirked as I sat there. I set my sandwich down.

"Doesn't feel good, does it," she asked me in an icy tone.

"Did you come here to rub salt to my wounds," I asked her, feeling like shit.

"Nope. Just wanted to see you fall from your pedestal," she shrugged.

"Well, now you saw. Have a laugh. Rub my nose in shit. Heaven knows I deserve it for being a douche to you," I sighed as I tried not to cry.

"Good thing, I'm not the type to do that," she shrugged as she walked over and took a seat next to me.

"Huh?"

"Contrary to popular belief, adding insult to injury isn't me. That's Roxy, Queen bitch herself. Plus, it's stupid and childish," she reasoned.

"How do you handle it," I asked her as she looked at me.

"I look at them like the assholes they truly are. Makes me sleep better at night," she smiled. God, I liked her smile. She had a smile that lit up a room.

"You okay," she asked causing me to realize what I was doing.

"Uh, yeah. I'm cool," I responded nonchalantly. I had to keep up false pretenses. I mean, I couldn't let her know how I felt. I've kept it hidden for years. So, I'll just keep it hidden longer.

"Well, got to go. See you around Hardwick," she said getting up and leaving. I watched as she vanished through the doorway. I felt an ache. All these years I had wanted to work up the nerve to talk to her and I finally got a chance. What did I do? I blew it.

I laid my head on the desk and tapped it against the desk as I realized one thing. I was completely horrible at this. FML.