Fear me (girlxgirl)

•Chapter Four•

Chapter Four: Faith's P.O.V

The library was like my second room. I knew where every book was, and where every word is in the dictionary. Though many call me smart for doing this, I feel like a total geek.

One person who does tell me how dumb I 'really am' would be Jessie-Ann. She's kinda the school's bully. She constantly calls me stupid, fat, or ugly. Her words hurt me, so I tend to avoid her. She has some classes with me, but not many.

She's never hurt me physically; thank goodness.

I set down my book with a heavy sigh. I didn't like to think about Jessie-Ann. The librarian noticed my obvious dismay.

"Faith? What's wrong dear?" The old man librarian asked. He was really sweet, but bitter to some.

"Nothing, Mr. Goh." I politely addressed him by his sir name.

"Okay dear." He said, dismissing the conversation quickly.

I walked back to my room, still dreading the damn hallways. More people were spilled into them, and one twig of a girl in particular, Jessie-Ann. I tried my best to ignore her and walk faster, but she must have spotted me.

"Wow look! The whale's getting a work out." She pointed at me and spit her rude words out loud. A small group of girls giggled at her remark, and I just ignored it like my mother told me to.

"Now it's ignoring me." Jessie-Ann's voice started to boom towards me. I felt her presence near and I wasn't looking at or for her. I kept my head low.

"Jessie, just leave me alone." I tried to bargain with her, knowing she wouldn't comply. She shoved me hard, but not hard enough to send me to the ground. She never had done this before, and I looked at her with shocked eyes.

"My name isn't 'Jessie' to you, whale. I'll kill you if you dare call me that again." And with that, she stormed off. A part of me thought she was serious, but I know she wouldn't. She never follows through with her meaningless threats. I walked off to my room with the other girls laughing at me and calling me names like 'whale', 'lard-ass', and 'geeky fat girl'. I'll admit that the last wasn't so clever, but they all hurt.

I came up to my room that had a note on the door, a little above the handle. 'I mean it' was what it wrote. This I assumed was Jessie-Ann's attempt to scare me. Fair enough, it gave me a chill.

I went in my room to happily find it in perfect condition. Nothing broken. Nothing stolen. Everything perfect. At this time it was about eight-thirty. This was when I would watch Dr. Phill reruns, but something in me wanted to do something else. Not a big shocker.

I decided to call Andy to see what he was up to. It rung a few times and then I heard "Hey sexy, can't get to the phone now so leave a message you hot piece of ass." That was his answering machine. I didn't bother to leave a message, knowing he'd see I called him anyway. I wanted to talk to him about what Jessie did, like I always would, but I understand if he wants some space.