My Life As a Teenage Zombie

They Don't Have Sex in This Chapter

The school week goes by pretty uneventfully. The whole time, Mason's busy stressing over his upcoming fight with Doug, and I don't blame 'im. They're both massive, but Doug definitely seems to have an edge muscle-wise.

The only bad thing to happen falls on Thursday, which is when Chris decides it would be funny as balls to hold a bunch of mud above me using her magic, then dropping it all. I go to shower in the boys' locker room, since I can't sit like this in class anyway. The water washes the mud from my body, and I have to resist the urge to get back at her. I know I can't do it. She's got too many people wrapped around her finger. Besides, Mr. Stash would probably have my ass kicked out if I so much as stepped half an inch over the line, and beating a witch senseless would likely do just that.

I hear someone walking through the locker room, and the curtain - yes, we have those - is pulled from my shower, revealing a snickering group of witches and werewolves, all of them holding their phones.

"I knew he was small!" Chris taunts. Hey, I'm just average! Doug laughs at her joke, and I realize Savannah isn't there - just Emily, her injuries having been healed by who knows which spell.

"Man, look at shrimpy go!" adds Mike. "Half expected him to be singing!"

That's it; They're crossing the line. I take a step toward them, and notice Savannah is there, after all - in the back of the group. She shakes her head at me, and I know what it means. Back down, Jonah. You'll only cause more trouble for yourself.

I rip the shower curtain down, then wrap it around my waist, feeling just as worthless as I did when I was alive. Chris, standing there, laughing at me, and the idiots behind her laughing along. This is exactly how my teenage years have been when I was human. Now I can do something about it - only I can't - not if I want to stay here, and I do want to stay here, since I won't be safe anywhere else.

"You know what would be funny?" Emily whispers, pulling out a tampon. "Let's have ourselves a reenactment!" Oh, no.

They start throwing them at me, chanting, "Plug it up!" It's a scene you're all familiar with by now. Man, it's like Chris was named after the damn character. I'm not even a fuckin' girl!

"You gonna do somethin' about it or keep being a little bitch?" Doug taunts, and I nearly slam my fist into his face.

"You're not worth it," I say, walking off. Well, it's more of a stomp than a walk. I can't believe this is the place I'm at again. They just keep laughing and laughing. What the fuck's so funny about me, anyway? "Hey, let's pick on Jonah Jones! He's got no feelings!" Is that what they think? Is that what's going through their heads? Why the fuck else would they be doing this? I can't imagine treating another human being this way.

Just when I'm about to leave the shower room, Mike trips me, and Chris grabs my shower curtain. My face connects with the ground hard, and one of my teeth gets chipped. Their laughter intensifies.

"What a clutz," Chris says, roaring with laughter as though I was just the funniest fucking thing in the world. "You should watch where you're going, fag."

There it is. Of all the names I've been called so far - loser, freakshow, nerd - that was the one I've been dreading the most. Do they know, or are they just switching things up?

"Perking your ass out for a poke, huh?" Doug taunts, grabbing my hips and miming fucking me. "This feel good, babe? This how you like your cock?"

I push him away, and he falls into the group of assholes, taking some of them down with him. I can't help it, and the tears start coming.

"Why!?" I scream at them, turning around as I desperately try to wrap myself up again. "What the fuck's so funny!?"

They stop laughing at that, clearly taken aback. Too bad; I'm not done.