Too Weird To Live, But Much Too Rare To Die

Chapter 2

"I said give it back!" I screeched. Why does this have to happen already? It's not even 6:45!

"Give it back? Now why on Earth would I do that?" He says with a cocky smile.

"Please Johnny. I don't have time for your shit today! I'm gonna be late!"

He gasped with a sense of smugness gracing his features, "Oh well that changes everything! Wouldn't want the little freak to be late!"

Now let me tell you something about Jonathan Seward. He's a freshman wannabe bully trying to fit in with his dumbass senior friends. They're all bullies. They make sure to make my life a living hell. But Johnny? Oh he makes it his life mission to torment me. I don't understand what I did to him to make him hate me.. I guess I'm the easy target. The emo freak. The girl that sits in a corner listening to her "emo" music. The girl everybody already hates. So I guess I can understand why he picked me.

Johnny held out my iPod just a few inches away from me.

I looked up at the slightly taller than me figure and hesitated to reach my hand out to retrieve my property.

He laughed and snatched it away. "You didn't really think it'd be that easy did you?"

I reached towards him to get my stuff back only to me knocked on my ass.

Johnny bent down so he was face to face with me. "Give it up Victoria. You're not getting it back." He laughed with huge smirk plastered on his face.

I felt my eyes start to swell and a lump form in my throat. No. I will not cry in front of this asshole.

"Awhhh is the little freak about to cry?" He asked with mock sincerity.

I just pushed myself up off the ground and started walking towards school only to be snatched back to the ground by my ponytail.

"Don't fucking walk away from me bitch." Johnny sneered.

"Just fucking leave me alone!" I said through my tears that evidently started streaming without my say so.

"Awh now what's the fun in that?" He laughed.

"How about we continue this later then? I have a music class to get to anyway. Later freak!"

And with that, he walked off with a wave and smirk plastered on his face.

I waited a couple minutes till I couldn't see him anymore. I sighed to myself and got off the ground once again dusting myself off. I wipe the tears off with my sleeve and cursed under my breath.

I can't believe he took my fucking iPod. The only thing I have is music and he managed to take a piece if that away from me.

I hurry the rest of the way to school while forcing myself not to turn around and just go home.

Once I reach hel- I mean school, I look at my phone only to see it's 7:13.

13 minutes late.

I head to the office to sign in all the while getting a disapproving look from the office lady. She writes me up a late slip and I head to class.

First period of the day. Chemistry.

I stop by the restroom to clean off my cuts and fix myself up so I don't walk in looking like a complete mess. After I finish that I walk to my class.

Holding my breath, I knock on the door to be let it.

Mr. Daniels opens the door with a look of annoyance.

I hand him my late slip and a deep frown graces his bearded face.

"Late again Mrs. Quinn? Sign the book. Next time it's a detention."

I nod and hastily sign the tardy book.

After that I quickly head to my seat in the corner of room. On my way there I focus on the ground in front of me only to have 3 paper balls thrown at my head.

An outburst of giggles fill the room as I feel my face heat up.

I finally reach my seat only to just sink down in my chair with embarrassment.

I look over to see Michelle DiBenedetto smirking at me while her boyfriend Brian fights a fit of giggles.

Michelle has always had it out for me ever since middle school when Brian sent me a flower for one of those Valentines Day things at school. You know the ones where you pay a dollar to the school so they'll deliver a flower or whatever to your Valentine? Well he sent me one, as a joke of course, and Michelle was furious. She took my rose, tore the pedals off, and threw it in the trash.

Ever since then she has had it our for me.

I returned my eyes to my desk and start doodling on it with my pencil.

A few minutes pass and there is another knock on the door.

Mr. Daniels huffs mumbling something unintelligible, and walks to the door to open it.

I look up from my doodle out of curiosity to see who else came in late only to lock my own eyes with a pair of nervous ones.