Too Weird To Live, But Much Too Rare To Die

Chapter 5

Victoria's POV:

After standing there flustered for a minute, I tried to gather myself as I walked to my next class while thinking about what exactly just happened.

Did Zacky actually like me? Did he want to be my friend? Or was I just over thinking? I'm probably over thinking now.

Snap out of it Victoria.

I finally reached my next class and hurried to my seat.

I HATE this class. Well, not the class really. It wasn't that bad. Easy work. I just hate the people in it. And by people I mean Matthew Sanders and James Sullivan.

I watched the door waiting for them to come in, but the bell rang signaling class to start. Coach Michaels shut the door, and I sigh in relief, happy that they didn't show up. Probably skipping again. Oh well makes things easier on me right?

All of a sudden a loud banging came from the door. I squeezed my eyes shut praying it wasn't them. But of course, my life just isn't that easy. Honestly, if I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck at all.

Coach let the 2 delinquents in and started his rant about tardiness. I rolled my eyes as the boys went to their seats directly fucking behind me.
I've asked to be moved several times but Coach insists that they won't bother anyone or anything if they're sitting in the back doing their own thing. Apparently I don't count because they bother me incessantly.

I sat quietly doing the work Coach Michaels passed out when I felt someone tugging on my hair.
I rolled my eyes and ignored him. Fucking Matt.

"Pssssstt Vickyyy" I heard right next to my ear. "Vickkkyyyyy psssstt" another tug at my hair.
"Dude maybe she's deaf??" I heard Jimmy say.
"That doesn't mean she can't feel idiot."
"Fuck you Matt."
I turned around and glared at Matt.
"What the fuck do you want Matthew. And I've told you so many damn times. DON'T call me Vicky."
A smirk forms on his dimpled face. "Awh c'mon Vic why not? It's just a name? I kind of like that name! How 'bout you Jim?"
Jimmy smirks and looks at Matt, "Y'know what Matt? I think I like it too? Hmm.. I used to know a song for that name.. A lovely song. How's it go again Matt?"
A huge grin forms on both of their faces as Matt stands up.

Oh god no. Please don't.

Matt clears his throat to get everyones attention. He then proceeds to sing as loudly as he can with Jimmy singing along with him, "V-I-CKY
The sound of her name makes the little kids cry! AHHHHHHH
Hey vicky you're so so icky!
Just the thought of being around you makes me oh so sicky!
Hey vicky won't you please explain why, you get so much enjoyment out of causing kids pain! OH OH OH!
A chick who's just plain mean!
A sour sweet 16!
She's a fire breathing dragon
in a pair of black jeans! EEEEWWWW."
Everyone starts laughing and looking at me while my face turns, most likely, redder than a tomato. I felt tears start to form as they continued their stupid song. I know you're probably thinking 'oh it's just a song why the fuck is she crying?' Well I don't like attention first of all. And EVERYONE was looking at ME and laughing their asses off. It's embarrassing.

"AHOOOOOOO!
Hey vicky won't you tell us true! How'd we ever get the bad luck to be stuck with you?
Oh vicky can we say one thing!
It's your super total yuckiness
that makes us wanna sing!
OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!"

By now the kids who weren't laughing their asses off were singing along with them. Even Coach Michaels. Fucking assholes.

"Icky Vicky ooo ooo!
Icky Vicky ooo ooo!
ICKY VICKY!"
The song finally ended and the whole class busts out laughing.

Matt and Jimmy bend down so their heads were at either side of my face and whispers, "Did you like our little performance Vic?" "Yeah wasn't it great? I think we could make it big with a show like that." Huge smirks are permanently plastered on their faces. Tears threaten to pool over as I look at each of them and say, "Honestly how fucking old are y'all?" I get up, shove past them, and walk out of the class.

I hastily walk to the bathroom into a stall and lock the door. I close the toilet lid and sit on it, pulling my knees up to my chest. I start breathing in and out slowly to calm myself down as I feel an overwhelming feeling of anxiety taking me over.

I hate them.

What did I ever do to them? Why am I the fucking target? Assholes.
Whatever, c'mon forget them. Think happy thought Victoria. Think happy thoughts.

As I start to calm down, I think about what I have to go through for the rest of the day.
It's only second period and i'm already having an anxiety attack? No way I can make it 5 more classes. 2 more I have with those idiots. Not to mention Johnny is in my 5 period Spanish class. Fuck that. I'm going home.

I get off the toilet and unlock the stall door.
I walk out of the bathroom and start making my way towards one of the exit doors. I look around to make sure nobody's looking so I don't get caught, when of-fucking-course, I bump into someone and we both fall to the floor. I close my eyes cursing under my breath.

Good going Victoria.