His Rebellious Nerd

Tell Me Who It Was

I want to bury my head in the sand.

Natalie has been glaring daggers at me-
Scatch that.
Natalie has been glaring razor-sharp swords at me during the whole period.

I want to stab her eyes with my pencil so badly if it wasn't blunt.

What's her problem?
Glaring at me like I stole her man.

Now that I think about it... I maybe kinda have sort of possibly done this.

Isn't she supposed to follow the class like the dimwit person she is, She really needs to focus on the class rather than trying to snatch Cayden away from me (like the thirdwheeler she is) or planning my murder in excruciating ways.

I never ever felt the urge to show someone my middle finger so much.

I nearly fall off my chair when the bell rings in an ear-splitting shrill that could possibly awaken the deads.

A bell could either mark your favourite time of the day for pigs like me that is LUNCH.

Or

A bell could be a betoken of your hereafter permanent slumber... Your death call.

I take a deep breath to skedaddle out of the class before I face the dreadful Wrath of Natalie Perez, the biggest bitch on Earth... Actually the whole universe.
I bet she surpasses the level of being a bitch more than Skyler ever was. (female dog).

One last giant step like a brobdingnagian (I bet you're going to google that) and I'm both out of this class and out of menacious danger.

I spring towards the death zone exit only to be caught by the arm in midair and jerked back by the she-devil.

I wince under the pain of her claw-like-nails digging in my skin as she firmly grips my arm and flashes me her sadistic cruella de vil smirk.

"Listen here you little dweeb.
If I see you anywhere near my Cayden again, I will make your life so miserable that You'd rather prefer to curl up and die" she says through gritted teeth.

Did she just say 'my Cayden'. He isn't some kind of toy that she can own him.
Who is she? His mom?
My Cayden(mimics in overly high pitch girly voice) . My ass.

"Cayden is not yours Natalie and you can go to hell." i snap.

"What was that dork?" she snarls as she sinks her claws deeper in my skin, making blood ooze out and trickle down my elbow, dripping on the floor.

My eyes shut close tightly as a wave of pain strikes my bleeding arm.
I squirm under grip, inadvertently making her nails abrade and rub raw my cuts before my arm slips out of her grips.

I run with a blurry vision, holding back tears that threaten to drip any seconds. I run while clasping my hand on my mouth to restrain any yelp from spilling out of my mouth.
I run whilst hiding my pain. Not that anyone would even care.
No one did.
Everyone watched as i ran right before them but nobody stopped me, nobody asked me what happened, why I am crying.
Nobody cares.
Instead they laugh and joke about the crybaby I am. Some even hold their phone up my face, recording my pathetic self but no one asked me what's wrong. No one.

I run along the empty hallway, my vision blurred and back as tears keep on pouring out of my eyes but i quickly wipe them with the back of my hand so that nobody sees.

All that could be heard along the hallway was the echoes of my hurried footsteps and the ceaseless sniffing of my nose.

All blood drains from my face as I feel someone's strong arms snake around my waist, sending my back crashing against a sturdy chest.