Keeping The BadBoy's Secrets

The icy silence sweeping through the hall has me melting in my seat. I gulp nervously, staring blankly at Mr. Smith, our science teacher. His glasses hanging loosely on the bridge of his nose shows just how infuriated he is. And dear God, it's scary!"Avery Green!" He thunders again, making me flinch. "Take out the phone!"Yeah, my name is Avery Green, but I'm fondly called Ava. I've been an orphan since I was two. According to the Matron of the orphanage where I grew up, my parents died in a car crash. And I was left on the doorstep of the orphanage.When I got more curious about knowing who my parents were, she said she never met my parents. She only got to know about the car crash from the letter that was pinned to my baby wears. Growing up in the orphanage was hell and the memories still haunt my dreams. The kids there were mean, and the fact that I was an introverted, wimpy child made me easy prey. I couldn't make any friends, no matter how hard I tried. They all treated me like

I gulp for the thousandth time, gawking at the three girls in front of me. I think I lost my voice, 'cause they've been standing in front of me for seconds now and I'm yet to say a word.My toes curl in fear inside my shoes as I glance at the door at the same time their screams peaked again. Oh, dear God!"Do you mind? We wanna use the restroom." The girl who spoke earlier said again, giving me a disdainful once-over. Her girls flash me scowls that just might put me six feet down if I don't get away from them.But I can't get away. Hunter Miller will bash my face in if I move an inch away from the door. "I'm sorry, girls but you can't use this restroom yet. Please use the one on the other floor. I beg you." I'm close to tears as I speak."What are you saying?" The second girl snorts, flicking her fingers in front of me. "Get the hell out of our way."And I would have if I could. They are cheerleaders. The meanest clique in the school. I've had quite a bad experience with them, and I'