I'm Not Hated, I'm Just Universally Disliked

Chapter 1 - "It's Manners Honey"

"You're such a fucking whore." Chelsea Matteau, AKA the school's - or possibly the world's - sluttiest girl, spits at me. I roll my eyes and place a hand on my hip. 

"Funny how you can be called a whore by someone who thinks Crayola markers are makeup and has more experience than an Asian hooker." I spit back, adding just as much venom in my words.

Her face contorts into one of pure disgust and fury. It quite creepily resembles a horror movie character. Well, if a horror movie character was tall, thin, and wore short skirts and excessive makeup. 

"I wouldn't be talking - I mean, have you seen yourself?" She scowls, flipping her un-realistically bouncy red hair to the side in an attempt to look seductive for the guys crowding around us. Personally, I think it looks more like she's having some weird spasm, but it works I guess... Then again, these guys would do anything to get in her pants, so it doesn't really matter what she does.

"Actually, uh, I have." I say, as if talking to a 3 year old. "See because I own a mirror, and unlike you my eyes aren't weighed down by 70 pounds of eye shadow." 

Before I can react or even speak, she swings her hand back and slaps me straight across the face. It doesn't hurt that much seeing as she cares more about her new manicure than hurting me, but it still stings like a bitch.

"Now listen, McKenna - " She starts, her voice deadly.

"Wait a minute. If you're preparing to insult me, please use my proper name, Mackenzie. I know you're a little slow, but it's manners honey." I speak slowly, treating her as if she was in daycare. Well, not my fault the hair spray fumes affect her brain! The poor, poor girl.

"Please, I could care less what your name is."

"Yes, and I totally care about every detail of your life." I roll my eyes. "Now, do go on. I really want to hear what dumb, over-used 'insult' you have for me today." The sarcasm is clear in my voice and I am literally itching to pay her back for that red mark sure to be left on my cheek. Just back-talking Chelsea like this is practically forbidden, so even I wouldn't go as far as to actually touch her. Eh, I bet if I did, her ridiculous amount of makeup would rub off onto my hand. Nope, don't want to touch that. 

"Talk to me like that one more time, and you'll be getting more than a slap, ugly." The bitch shoots me a glare.

"Yeah, I'm ugly. I know I am. What's new?"

She scoffs. "As long as you know your place, bitch." And with that, she struts off, her guys and girls trailing behind her like lost puppies.

They say standing up to your bully helps, but that's just bullshit. At first, I just ignored it, took it all in and didn't shoot back any remarks.

The bullying kept going.

Then I started getting pissed. I didn't cry, no, but I shot back. Gave her a taste of her own medicine.

It kept going.

Now, I just don't know anymore. That whore deserves to learn her place. Yet now, with no friends - not even a secret one- to cheer me up, I don't think I can keep going.

Maybe I'll just transfer schools...

Yeah right. She'll find you. After how much you insulted her, you'll have hell to pay.

Sadly, I think the voice in my head is right this time.

I pull my phone out to check the time, only to see that I have one minute until the bell rings for the first class of the day. P.E. Yay.

I sigh, grabbing my gym shorts out of my locker and dashing to the girl's changing room. Shoes wt from the rain squeaking against the marble floors, I recall my 'talk' with Hunter.

Mackenzie, I'm done.

I had wanted to say so much. Like, done with what? With having a best friend whom everyone hates? It's not like anyone knew we were best friends anyway! He was there for me when we were alone- BUT NOBODY EVEN KNEW. HE DIDN'T SUFFER AT ALL.

He didn't experience what I do on a daily basis, yet he abandoned me.

I didn't even notice, but I had stopped walking and hot tears were streaming down my face. 

Shit, no one can see me cry. No one has seen me cry for 7 years. No one but Hunter. I run into the changing room that is right in front of me - luckily, no one is in there. I pull on my gym clothes and wipe away my tears.

No one cares, Mackenzie. There is no point of crying because no one cares and no one ever will care.

Well thanks for being so depressing, you stupid voice.

Although I know it's true, I still argue with that voice. Someone, somewhere has to care. Right?

Shortest chapter EVER, I know I know. But this seemed like a good place to end it. 

Wow, I'm back! :D I have a feeling there will be another (longer) chapter up this weekend. Not to mention, it's almost Christmas break so that means more updates <33

I've missed you guys :'c Being away form writing so long has sure been depressing. But it's less busy now, so I'm excited and ready to write again! 

Until next time, loves.

xxx