Chapter Two

Olivia Keller

As I walked into the hall way, passing through the locker room. I could hear low whispers. Here in my school, Crown high school. We don't wear uniforms. We students wear whatever we like, though some students misuse the opportunity.  The whispers already got me curious.

I couldn't figure out what the matter was, but the only thing I could grasps from the whispers was pregnant.  I grabbed my textbooks from my locker, pushing back the tiny papers scribbled with insults. I picked one out of many and began moving towards the art room. Mr Collins the literary professor is sure to come to class early today as usual.

I ducked my head as I walked, adjusting my glasses. Being a nerd and a dork has always made me an object of bully. The papers seems to be increasing everyday.

I could hear loud moans as I passed through the janitors closet, I shook my head slightly. Very typical of crown highschool. So early in the morning, some students probably have sex for breakfast everyday. Sex was just to rampant in my school. The janitors closet was like the den for immoralities. I always knew it wouldn't be too long for someone to be pregnant, and it seems someone was pregnant already.

I opened the paper, squeezing it immediately with pent up anger. This was actually overboard, why do they have to bring my late father into this.  'The paper states kill yourself by overdosing just like your father.'

"Get out of my way, you ugly freak, don't contaminate me with your disease. I don't want to be a low life like you." Tasha, one of Imogen's minions yelled out, shoving me out of the way.

I groaned loudly, clutching tightly to my stomach which she elbowed. 

"I can't believe you actually touched her, Tasha." Sue, another of the minions said.

"Come on, I just pushed her." Tasha replied.

"It's still the same thing, you could have gotten contaminated with the ill luck that is written all over her." Sue, said. "What are you looking at ugly fat bitch?" She yelled at me. I immediately jogged away before she scratches my eyes out of my face.

I stepped into the literature class, everyone was busy with their own businesses. Gisting, making noise and all. Some jobless guys could be seen gathered at a desk, I could tell they were at their usual prank. Dropping their pens on the floor close to where girls who wore very short skirts stood or sat, just to see the colour of their underwears or to see if they actually wore a tong or not.

"Ella is not wearing an underwear," Kelvin yelled. The class immediately became quite.

Kelvin, a tall thin guy with a pepper and salt kind of hair  was the trouble maker of the class, he was always up to one prank or the other. 

"That is not true!" Ella retorted. But everyone in the class was already staring at her like she murdered someone.

"Then prove it," Kelvin replied, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, I knew Kelvin was only trying to get into her pants. I have noticed his interests in Ella for months now.

I stared at Ella, she looked slightly confused and disturbed. Like she wasn't sure of what to do.

"Let's meet at the Janitors closet after class." He added.

Ella won't accept that, she is not that stupid. Meeting him in the janitors closet is like giving him a ticket to bed her.

"Deal!" She replied.

I shook my head, she doesn't know what she just got herself into. I think I agree with Ade, the class monitor. Majority of the girls in class actually have bird brains.  

"What are you staring at blind eye?" Kelvin yelled at me.

I quietly moved away, ducking my head while trying to shut out the laughters that followed. 

*******

I stared into the atmosphere, feeling forlorn. It was time for break. Drew wasn't in school today, I knew it was best to avoid the cafeteria since I didn't have anyone who could defend me if the need arrives. After what happened yesterday, I made up my mind not to step into it.  I already packed my lunch so I won't have a need to go to the cafeteria to get some food.  But there was this horrible feeling down the pits of my stomach.

I get this feeling a lot when bad things are about to happen. I became nervous.  I kept looking behind me as I walked towards my secret hideout with my lunch. 

The patter sounds of my flats kept echoing as I walked through the hallways. The poster of Imogen Adams was on every parts of the hallway. Vote Imogen Adams as president was written on them.

"Hey, freak." a tiny voice called out, I raised up my head to find Imogen Adams walking towards me, I was shocked Bernard was with her, I  scoffed. Imogen Adams was the queen bee of the school who dyes her hair everyweek. 

"Vote for me freak." She said, faking a smile.

It was obvious she was going to win, lots of students worship at her feet. 

"Bernard," she called out seductively to the wrestling team captain who was helping her paste her posters.

Imogen has probably slept with every guy in the school, she and her puppets are what I call sluts. Bernard probably knows he was going to get something in return for helping out.

"Yo! slut, your place or at mine?" He asked, grouping her.

I moved away before I hear any of their disgusting conversations.

Suddenly I bumped into someone, my heart immediately flipped.

"Did you just bump into me?" A familiar voice asked.

I looked down, staring at my feet and a pair of white Adidas sneakers with black lace.

I raised my head gently to meet with the grey eyes of Jordan, best friend to Jamaal. My worst nightmare. Jordan was known to have anger management issues and he was extremely vulgar.

"You fucking bitch!" He cussed grabbing my arms. I winced, I was surely going to get a bruise, that will surely take long to fully heal. I get bruised easily and it takes time to heal.

"Do you want to die?" He yelled out. The word die, kept echoing repeatedly. I shivered in fright.

"I'm so sorry, I apologize." I begged in fear. Jordan's anger management issues was a crazy one.

"Arggh!" He growled. I could see it coming, the metallic taste of fear was burning at the back of my throat as usual.

He raised his fist in the air, I knew what was coming. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for it to smash my face. I held on to my breathe, but it still didn't come.

I opened my eyes, my eyes widened in shock. Karl, the drug addict was holding onto Jordan's hand. Karl was in the wrestling club. He was heavy weight.

"Fucker, didn't your mama teach you not to ever hit a girl?" Karl asked, his voice was very husky and his eyes were bloody red. It's still kind of a shock crowd hasn't even gathered.

I have a feeling Karl was high, my heart began to beat against my chest sporadically.

If they both should get into a fight, that simply meant detention for the three of us. As I was the main cause of it.

Karl twisted Jordan's hand to the back. A loud howl escaped from Jordan's mouth.

"I don't need a lecture from you," he said, groaning.

"Apologize to Angel," Karl commanded, that command sent shivers down my spine. He just called me Angel.

"Never!" Jordan exclaimed.

I knew it was time to come in, Karl was going to do a lot of damages if I don't stop him.

"That is enough Karl, please." I begged.

He turned around to face me, still holding on tightly to Jordan's hand.

"What are you going to give if I release this idiot?" He asked.

I sank my teeth into my lips, he wants something in return.

He released him before I could respond.

"I will be back for you bitch!" Jordan said before leaving.

I stared at Karl and he stared back.

"You owe me Angel. Keep that in mind," Karl said, leaving me alone in the hall way. I squatted to the floor gently. All these drama in the beginning of a week already. I got a threat and I owe a drug addict/criminal.

A/N

Enjoying it so far? I have a question for you readers. What do you think of bullying. Define it in just three words.