With a sigh, I walk into the lab. I can't wait for school to be over. I'm so tired already. I'm just glad that I don't have tutor sessions with Asher today. He's good at pissing me off. But with Hernandez, tutoring is actually fun. He makes it worth while.
I drop my bag by the side of my table so I can put on my lab coat. A few people were in the lab, also getting ready for the class as others walk in.
Once I'm done putting on my coat I push my stool back so I can sit. I'm unaware of my stool being pulled away so I fall, on my butt. Ouch.
The landing was embarrassingly loud so it gets the attention of a few people. I hear the sound of laughter erupt from the perpetrators and I huff getting onto my fours so I can stand up. My back makes a snap sound once I straighten up and I put my hand on the table to steady me. That hurt so much.
I turn to look at the people laughing. I sigh when I see it's that black haired girl and her crew. (From Chapter 2)
Her face scrunches up when she sees me looking, "Ew, look away fatso", she says then gives me a disgusted look.
"Why..", I trail folding my fists, "Why did you do that?", I ask and they look amongst themselves then laugh.
"Do what? Make you look like an egg rolling on the floor?", she asks then snickers.
I pick my bag up then give them a menacing look before moving forward to find a new seat. I hold on to my stool this time as I sit and I can hear them snickering from behind. I groan. Stupid jerks.
The teacher walks in and I'm glad. Let's get this over with.
"Okay class put on your safety goggles because we're about to get involved with some chemicals", Mrs Willer says and everyone takes out their goggles. I put mine on, gently clearing my hair out of the way.
"Now that everyone's gotten their goggles on, let's pair up", she says with a small smile and I inwardly sigh.
I don't even bother picking a partner. I'm already used to not getting picked. I usually do my projects myself. With my hand on the table, I place my head in it then wait for everyone to pick their partners.
"Alright now that we've.. ", Mrs Willer stops when she spots me sitting alone, "No partner Abby?", she asks and I shake my head as usual. This isn't the first. She sighs.
"Okay class let's get started. Today we're gonna work on Acid and Base", she says looking at the whole class now.
"I know we're not new comers to this topic that's why it's a practical class. Now with all the items on your tables you can choose to deal with this practical the way you want", she says, "So be creative with it".
Everyone gets to work with their partners while I get to work by myself. As I start with my project, I feel something hit my head but I ignore it but when it comes again and sticks I have no option but to check it out.
I take my hand to my hair then pull out a spit ball. I quickly let go off it so it falls to the floor. Ew, that's so disgusting. Holding someone else's spit ball.
I turn around to see black haired girl and her friends laughing quietly. I groan looking forward. They're so annoying and who still does spit balls?. Ugh.
Mrs Willer catches everyone's attention with the clap of her hands, "Okay everyone, I want you all to focus on Kyle and Maryln's project over there", she says and everyone moves closer to take a good look at it.
I get down from my stool about to go see what she's explaining for the whole class but I stop when I see the black haired girls empty table.
They weren't there, I look around to see them talking instead of paying attention at the front. I roll my eyes then look back at their table, they haven't gone anywhere with their project.
With the corner of my eye focused on them I make my way to their table.
I'm on the look out for myself when I put toons of citric acid into a cup of water then toons of baking soda into it. I close the lid of the cup then shake it, slightly praying I don't get caught. When Mrs Willer ends her little gathering, I hurriedly drop the cup then run back to my seat.
I sit on my stool then act natural. I slowly turn my neck to take a peak at the girls as they get to their seats. They're obviously carried away as they laugh and chatter but the bubbles from the cup becomes more noticeable so it takes the attention of the brunette.
"What's happening to our project?", she asks in horror pointing at the cup with her manicured finger. Girl must go to the salon a lot, hand's looking nice. A little compliment before the destruction.
The others take notice as the cup starts to shake. The lid comes off, flying away and they all scream taking the attention of the whole class.
The contents of the cup fly at them some getting into their hair, while some settling for their lab coats. That's gonna take a while to get off.
As Mrs Willer runs to them, I silently laugh. It's not so bad being the bad guy, huh?
**
I frown deeply as I make my way to the field. I guess you know what time it is.. yep, it's that time to sweat profusely, to pant uncontrollably and maybe lose consciousness.
I walk closer to the class as they stood in front of Coach. The yellow whistle around his neck couldn't look more yellowish as the sun shined down on it.
My eyes scan the place for a certain popular kid and I frown even more when I don't see him. I don't know why I even bothered searching for him when I literally ran away from him this morning.
"Today class, we're going to do some volleyball", he says and I sigh. It's not laps but.. it does involve running so it's still bad.
"Now split yourselves into four groups and make a captain. I'll give you five minutes to do that", he says then looks down at his watch then back at us and when we sees us just moping around he yells, "Well get a move on it".
Everyone move their feet looking for partners while I just stand there because.. who would wanna pick me? I can barely run. I watch as people form groups and I slowly start to back away.. no one's gonna pick me, they can't-
I crash into someone and it stops my train of thoughts. I turn to see Asher. I tense when he's eyes focus on me.
"Well if it isn't..", he trails and I think he's trying to remember my name, "Fatty", he says and I put a hand on my elbow, gripping onto it. I don't think he's forgotten what happened the other day.
"I'm not..", I trail feeling my anxiety coming up.
"You're not fat? Is that a joke?", he questions and I start to notice people walking up to us. He's popular friends to be precise.
My heart starts to pound hard against my chest and I start to find it hard to breathe. No.. no this can't be, this can't be a panic attack.
"Or you want me to bring a mirror so you can see your size?", he asks and his friends laugh getting the attention of other people who were setting up their groups.
I hold on to my chest taking a few breaths. Why is this happening?.
"I bet we could use her as the ball", one comments.
"We couldn't she's too big", Another interjects.
"Yeah like the size of a car", A blondie comments.
"Nope, a truck you meant", Asher concludes.
"I.. I..", I struggle to form a sentence.
Asher snickers, "Trying to say something Fatty?".
I look up at him and watch as his lips curl into a sinister smile. The hand on my chest tightens, crumpling my shirt.
"I. Am. Not. Fat!!!!", I yell and it goes silent, it's like a graveyard afterwards. The field goes quiet to the extent I can hear my heartbeat.
Asher's bewildered and he's crew is also in shock as they look at me. I turn to see everyone staring at me, even coach. I shut my eyes bitterly, I wish the ground would just swallow me up.
The sound of a whistle pulls everyone from their trance so we all look at coach, "Five more minutes to pick your teammates", he says and everyone goes back to forming groups.
I sigh walking away from Asher and his troupe. I wish Noah was here, he would have fought for me, he would have told them to back off when they approached. But he can't always be there, he's not my guardian angel.. He's just Noah.. not my Noah.
Hot tears brim over my eyes and I try my best to fight them back. "Are you in a team yet?", someone asks so I turn to see Noah standing over me. I'm shocked to see him, majorly because I was just talking about him in my head.
"Wh.. what are you..", I trail wiping my eyes quickly with the back of my palm. "No, don't pick me", I say instead.
"Well I'm not asking anymore.. come join my team", he says with authority clear in his voice.
"What for?.. I'm just going to ruin your team", I say and he smirks coming closer. I gulp keeping eye contact with him.
"Because princesses need to stay close to their princes", he says then places his hand over mine. "Now let's go ruin the team".