LOGINFreya’s P.O.V
I moved out of the way hastily as the red and black jeep sped past me through the open gates and headed straight for the parking lot. It was followed by another sleek black car that left a gust of smoke in the air, making me choke on the fumes.
Derek Roland and Alexander Cabot were the first to step out of the jeep. They were Cameron’s best friends and some of the hottest boys in school. Derek with his jet black hair and grey eyes and Alexander, Alex, with his brunette hair and green eyes that were usually behind gold rimmed glasses.
And the next person to step out was Cameron MacGyver himself. The boy with the sandy blonde hair and electric blue eyes that had the entire school mesmerized.
All three boys were not only good looking with the perfect athletic body, but they were also great at studies as well as good athletes. They were the elite students of our tiny school, the boys who made the entire town proud.
And then there were the cheerleaders. Cindy Stewart, Laura Winsor and Trisha Smith, the trio who were always hanging around the two boys. It was difficult to say who was dating who but the three girls have been involved with both Derek and Alex at different times. But while Derek was a known flirt, Alex was the more reserved type who people didn’t want to get near easily because of his ‘stuck-up’ vibe. In general, Alex hardly spoke and was positioned as the Football team goal-keeper, while Derek was the quarterback.
Cameron on the other hand, was the captain of the Football team. And even though the whole school loved to gossip about who he was dating, it wasn’t much of a question for speculation. Because there was only one girl who was allowed to ride in his car and that girl, was none other than Sarah Parker, the captain of the cheerleading squad and the most beautiful girl in our school.
As I watched the group from afar, much like everyone else in the parking lot, Cameron moved around the car to the passenger’s side and held the door open for Sarah as she stepped out in a pink cardigan over a white top and light blue jeans. The color of her cardigan matched the pink highlights in her long blonde hair that reached her mid back. I watched Cameron extend his hand for her, which Sarah took gracefully while stepping out.
I don’t know why but the gesture made my chest tighten just a little bit, especially as Sarah smiled up at Cameron, her face radiant as they gazed at each other.
Frowning at the ridiculous tightness inside my chest, I decided to go inside the building first because the entire school seemed to have stopped what they were doing to watch the popular kids get off of their high horses. Honestly, it was the same scene every morning. Their parents were super rich and their kids were super spoilt. They owned the latest cell phones, the latest cars and the latest fashion. Everyone here wanted to either be friends with them or date one of them, or simply just hated their guts because they got their chance but were rejected.
Me? I wasn’t even on their radar. Because I was the loner girl who wore clothes from the Goodwill donation centre; ate the cheapest breads in the cafeteria and didn’t even own a cell phone. What was the use of a cell phone if I couldn’t even afford money to make calls?
My first class was English, one of the classes which I wasn’t actually terrible at. I shared this class with Alex, who was another topper and sat up front. It was good thing though, because I sat right at the back, away from all the commotion and the fangirling and concentrated on my own work peacefully, as much as I could.
My second class was Biology and that went by smoothly too, without any problems. However, lunch came next and it was the only part about school that I wasn’t a fan of. Lunch time meant that every single student from all classes would be roaming around the hallways and the cafeteria and I would get more than a few snide comments or whispers behind my back.
Freya’s P.O.VI hadn’t expected him to wait for me, or even bother to look back even once. Then why…why did it feel like a betrayal when he left the room suddenly, like the mere thought of being around me was like poison to him?Was I over-thinking? Did the searing look he gave me a few minutes ago all part of my imagination? What was wrong with me today?“Freya.”Upon hearing my name, I came forward to greet the teacher.Mr. Agnes brought out a stack of papers and placed them on the desk. “Here you go. Complete these papers by the end of this month and I’ll consider giving you a better score. Remember, the lesser the mistakes, the higher you score.”“Yes, Mr. Agnes.” I bowed my head out of gratitude, thankful that he was at least trying to help me pass high school.I reached out to take the papers, but before I could remove my hand, Mr. Agnes reached out to place his hands on top of mine. My entire body froze in shock as my eyes widened. W-what was going on? I looked up into Mr. Agne
Freya’s P.O.V“Freya,” the math teacher, Mr. Agnes, called out to me in his usual strict voice while handing out our test results from last week. “Come up here.”The instant he told me to ‘come up here’, I knew that I had failed the test. And even though I could conjure up a thousand different excuses for my failure, the truth was, I had never been good at math or science. I don’t even know why and how I ended up in these classes in the first place. With everything going on in my life, I was pretty sure I was just sleep-walking from one day to the other, just waiting for Julian to grow up so this could all be over.Pulling my hoodie down lower on my face, I got up from my seat and headed straight for the teacher’s desk. He handed me my paper right away, his expression grim. “You’ll need to complete another assignment if you wish to pass high school, Freya.”F+Could’ve been a minus, right? At least it’s a plus.Without saying anything, I nodded my head, letting him know that I underst
Freya’s P.O.VI didn’t get these people. If they didn’t like me, why couldn’t they just ignore me? Why did they have to make stupid comments that made me question my very existence every single day. I was sick and tired of them, to the point where I had thought about quitting school several times. But if I had to keep feeding myself and Julian, I needed a job and a job with a decent salary would require a high school degree at the very least.Heading over to the lunch lady, I looked over at the magnificent spread of food that most students always complained about. If I got to eat something like this every day, I would never even think about complaining. But I didn’t have the luxury to enjoy this meal. I was a half-scholarship student, owning to the fact that I hadn’t always been a total failure. But in order to eat lunch at school, I needed to provide money, money that I didn’t have. So I had opted out of school lunches.Now, I dug around inside my wallet for the changes that I had se
Freya’s P.O.VI moved out of the way hastily as the red and black jeep sped past me through the open gates and headed straight for the parking lot. It was followed by another sleek black car that left a gust of smoke in the air, making me choke on the fumes.Derek Roland and Alexander Cabot were the first to step out of the jeep. They were Cameron’s best friends and some of the hottest boys in school. Derek with his jet black hair and grey eyes and Alexander, Alex, with his brunette hair and green eyes that were usually behind gold rimmed glasses.And the next person to step out was Cameron MacGyver himself. The boy with the sandy blonde hair and electric blue eyes that had the entire school mesmerized.All three boys were not only good looking with the perfect athletic body, but they were also great at studies as well as good athletes. They were the elite students of our tiny school, the boys who made the entire town proud.And then there were the cheerleaders. Cindy Stewart, Laura W
Freya’s P.O.VNow, I opened my eyes slowly, letting the unshed tears roll down my cheeks before I turned back to the mirror once again, to access the damage to my face. Nothing was broken, that much I was sure about, but the bruise was going to darken even further until it was a blue-black spot that stood out even in the dark. I had to make sure to hide it.My skin looked as pale as a ghost, which made my blue eyes seem haunting. They seemed too big for my face. Combined with my hollow looking cheekbones, I pretty much looked like a walking-talking horror movie. My bangs covered most of my forehead, reaching past my brows and stopping just above my eyes. I knew I was no looker, but as the days went by, I had started to look even worse.My ink black hair had once reached up to my waist in long delicate curls, back when my mother had still been alive. But now, I’ve had cut them short to my ears to save myself so much unwanted trouble. Because long hair was easier to grip, easier to pull
Freya’s P.O.VI stared at my reflection in horror; at the fresh bruise on my left cheek; watching the skin swell…the dark bruise standing out like a sore thumb. But the instant I touched my finger to the contusion, I yelped in pain, gripping the counter with my fingers so tightly that they turned white.My lips trembled; tears welled in my eyes as a scream caught in my throat, begging for an escape. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even scream; I couldn’t even cry.I couldn’t let him know…I thought to myself. I couldn’t scare him! Breathing through my mouth in short bursts, I tried to will the tears away. I had to be strong, not for myself, but for him. I was the only one he had and if he saw me like this, as the broken shell of the person I used to be…no! I couldn’t let that happen.But avoiding the bruise wasn’t an option. I had to make the swelling go away, before he woke up.So I balled up a few pieces of paper towels and placed the lump inside my mouth. The texture of the paper







