On The Run

Chapter 6

I woke up the next day and got ready for school. And by getting ready and for school I mean taking a short shower, putting on all dark clothing, and all of my piercings. I decided just to wear my eyebrow and lip peircing today, not putting in my nose ring and earrings but the very top one.

Feeling awesome, I put on my black combat boots, leather gloves, and jacket, and left the house. I didn't bother locking the door because there was no need to. I have nothing worth taking besides all of my earrings.

About three minutes of walking, I saw Mason on the opposite side of the street, crossing over. I know he's only doing that to walk next to me so I slowed my pace a little. He caught up with me. "Hay Vernie." Annoyed by the everlasting nickname, I just nodded. "You know, I gave you a nickname, but I never got one in return." "Maybe because I don't give out nicknames." I said casually. That actually isn't true.

Back at many of my homes, I gave everyone I met a nickname. Yeah, I had, and still have, that bad girl edge about myself, but I did give people nicknames.

Hmm.

What would I call him???

Oh! I got it! Dufus!!

That's a good name.

"Come on, at least try and give me a nickname." I smirked. "Okay. How about Dufus??" "Who would have that kind of nickname?" "Well, obviously you since I gave it to you." Even though he looked annoyed, his expression changed and he started to laugh.

I stopped at the entrance of the school. Here we go with the prison people call a school. "Well, bye Vernie. See you at lunch??" I nodded. "Maybe."

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While I was walking to lunch, some random blonde came up to me. Just when I was about to go to Dufus's table. Thanks Blondie.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked with her arms crossed. "Well, I'm going to go sit down at a table." I said to her like I was talking to a baby. "You can't sit with the jocks. Especially the quarter back on the football team." "And who is that?" She smiled like she was holding back a laugh. "Mason Lester." Oh how a beautiful coincidence!

"Oh, you mean Dufus??"

I couldn't help but laugh at her surprised expression. "Mason!" She called. He turned around. "Hey Jenny. I see you've met Vernie."

"Hey Dufus." All the jocks turned around and asked who. "All of y'all can turn back around. I know y'all are all a dufus but I was talking to Mr. Lester at the moment." They all turned around like nothing happened. "Gosh!" The Blondie huffed. "Awe? Did something happen to Miss Prissy pants?" I asked. "Just because everyone is afraid of you doesn't mean anything." "Well, actually it does. See, when everyone is afraid of you, you have this power, and you have a higher rank of popularity than the popular themselves. So, run along Blondie." She sighed heavily and dramatically walked away.

To be honest I never wanted to be the popular bad girl that everyone is afraid of, but who cares? I'm fine with it. It's easier for me to keep my life a secret, and I'm doing a pretty darn good job at it.

I sat at Mason's table for lunch and no one had anything to say about it considering the little seen Blondie tried to pull.

Mason would glare at me over his shoulder from time to time to see if I was laughing at one of his corny jokes but, to his disappoint, I wasn't laughing. I decided I'd pitch in and crack a few jokes and had all the jocks laughin until they cried. After lunch, almost every jock followed and sat next to me in every period after it.

I don't really mind hanging with all the jocks but I also don't like all of the popularity either, and how cliché the whole 'bad girl hanging with the jocks' is. All of the popular girls are mad at me but who cares? My popularity beats theirs by a landslide so now everyone wants to be buddy buddy with me. Whatvthey don't know is I don't even likey own company, let alone an actual person's company. Dufua ka kind of growing on me though. Just because he's an easy target and doesn't recognize my constant lying.

I know what you're thinking. You've been lying?? About what?? Well, so far, I've lied to him about Derek, sort of, and I've lied to you about my mother.

Me and my mom were the best of friends.

Not.

She actually doesn't hate my guys, she pities me, sort of. She's not the reason why I left and kept running away. She actually came with me. Not this time though. We don't meet the same terms or anything. Well, now that I think about it, I was telling the truth. She does hate my guts most of the time.

I have kept some other things though. Guess what!?!?

I'm not who you think I am.

My name is Veronica Blake for all you know, but is it really??