Lost and Insecure

Chapter 2

I could easily tell something was off about his guy. The way he talked, walked, and even looked. He almost seemed to perfect. As History went along, Haley and her little minions continued to glare, even worse now that I have Marcus here sitting next to me. Believe me, it's not like I had a choice.

Walking out of class was the usual hell. The A-Lists laughing, trying to book check me, and pretty much anything else they could think of doing. As I walk to my locker, I notice something was on it. The word Slut spray painted in white. I close my eyes and take a shaky breath in. I approach my locker and quickly switch out my things to go to lunch, while avoiding the stares and exchange of words between the groups of friends around me. I just needed to get out of here. I practically run to the lunch room to find that my lunch table is occupied with one person only. Marcus. Seeing my lunch table with someone else on it besides me was strange. Since I moved here, I haven't really talked to anyone. Well,that's a lie. Everyone talked to me when I first came. I had friends, guys giving me their numbers, the whole hoopla. That was until James gave me his. James is (or was for the matter) my boyfriend. After I caught him cheating on me with Haley, rumors began to be spread. To save his reputation, James was telling everyone that he caught me having sex with some other guy. Since James was popular, along with Haley, the word spread around pretty fast. That's when this all began. The bullying, name calling, everything. That was the start of the hell I live in now.

I slowly approach my table when Marcus looks up at me and smirks.
"Can't get enough of me?" He says in a sly tone.
"Um, sorry. This is just where I usually sit. I can go find somewhere else to go," I state in a slightly startled tone.
"Oh, no. Be my guest," he gestures to the chair across from him.
I awkwardly place down my books and get to eating.
"Arrow? That's your name right?" Marcus says in a playful tone.
"Yeah," I reply shyly.
"Why are you so depressed?"
I look down and freeze when he says that word. Depressed. I take a slow shaky breath, and sadly (and quietly I might add) say, "I'm not."
As I reply with those words, I quickly gather up my things and rush away from everything. Marcus, school, Haley, and every last damned thing here. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marcus stand up, but before he can say anything, I'm already out the door.