Author's Note: For the longest time I have been wanting to do something...anything with Alexa Bliss and Mickie James. I could never come up with anything that would click. That was until a little over a week ago, this idea was born. At first my ass thought that I was going to be able to make this a one-shot. I know funny, right? There was just too much that I wanted to do to fit it into one chapter so my decision was to turn it into a story. Of course a lot of the ages are flipped around but what do you expect.. it's an AU. I had the help of a few friends really develop this out until what it turned into so thank you guys for that. You know who you are ;). This idea is dark and different for me, so I am giving it my best shot.. I hope you guys like it because I have been working hard to bring it to life.
Rating: Mature for sensitive themes, possible future smut and drug use.. The list goes on and on..
Pairing: Eventual Mickie/Alexa and other pairings.
This is Femslash, if you don't like then why did you click on this story. Do you really think I would write anything other than the lesbians? I am so gay and majestic, I can't walk a straight line.
Mickie's POV
Bzzzt! Bzzzt! I could only groan in disgust hearing the annoying alarm that plays during one time of day, that could only mean one thing. It's 6am and time to get ready to endure the hell that is school. Just eight more months and I can free from it all, that's the only thing positive I can say about that place. I guess I can't just lay here all day, now can I? Turning the alarm off, I slowly rolled myself off the bed and stood to my feet. Making sure that everything was in my bag and ready to go, I decided to skip breakfast for now and just head to bathroom to take a shower. What do I even want to wear today? I guess I will cross that bridge whenever I get to it. Taking off my clothes, my eyes were drawn over toward the mirror. God damn it, I hate the fact that I can't even look at my own reflection without some vile creature staring back at me. This is not how I want to feel about myself but those negative thoughts always seem to leak out. My hands travelled down my abdomen, stopping right at hips and the rolls of fat at my side. People try to comfort me saying that no matter how small the woman that everyone has fat rolls. That I am beautiful the way that I am. Lies, all of it are a bunch of lies. With a sigh, I was finally able to turn myself away and go over to the shower. Adjusting the temperature just right, I jumped right in before I could risk glancing over into the mirror again. This is the only relaxation that I seem to get these days, whenever I am isolated from the others. The one exception is whenever I am with my friends, the few that haven't abandoned me. I probably can't even fill up a hand anymore with people that actually care about me, most of them played pretend and followed the crowd, the usual high school bullshit. "You can do this..it will fly by before you know it." I spoke trying to reassure myself I finished washing my hair. I had turned eighteen about two weeks ago, I thought my life would get better entering adulthood but that is sadly not the truth. I work a couple days a week after school at this diner around the corner from my house trying to make a little bit of money for myself as a waitress. Thankfully I am not needed until toward the end of the week so I can focus on all the schoolwork and trying to keep my grades up.
Turning the water off, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my head and the other around my waist. Now to go see what outfit I am going to choose for today, not like it matters though.. What top should I wear today? Maybe some flannel, or perhaps something more basic. Eh, I like my red flannel top so I am going with that and one of my several pairs of jeans that I feel make my butt look nice. Now that I had decided that, maybe I can actually get dressed and go downstairs to wait for my ride. I heard a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice from the other side. "Mickie, are you decent?"
"I'll be down in a bit, I still have to do my hair." I didn't hear another response instead the sound of heels clicking the floor fading in the distance. So that means that Mom is at work already, she's never around it I should be used to it. Both of my parents are workaholics, I hardly see either of them sometimes not even for days at a time. Grabbing my bag, I went back into the restroom and unwrapped my hair from the soaked towel. Do I want to curl it, or straighten it...maybe I should say fuck it and put it up in a ponytail? Or I could just be lazy and blowdry it in order to keep my natural wavy look. Yeah, I don't want to put in the effort today. For the next thirty minutes or so, I put my makeup on and made my hair look decent enough. Now it's time to go downstairs to see if I actually want to eat before school. Do we even have anything good here? As soon as I opened the door I could smell what breakfast was going to be, it made my stomach grumble. I walked down the stairs to see a familiar face over toward the kitchen, grabbing some of the plates from the top cabinet. "My.. my maybe you should be a chef instead."
Her bright blue orbs turned to face me as a chuckle escaped her lips, "Who says I couldn't be both? It's nothing complex just a couple Bacon, Cheddar and Chives Omelettes." Okay sometimes I love hearing her speak because of her accent, I am certainly guilty of that. Katarina Waters is someone that has been living with my family since last year after her parents decided to go back overseas to England. She originally from Germany. I have known this woman since I was in middle school, she was kind of a loner until I befriended her. Now we are pretty damn close, my family welcomed her in with open arms whenever Katarina refused to leave since she wanted to stay with me and continue her studies. She's one of my best friends. The European woman is in the same grade as me but I am slightly older than her by about three months so she isn't eighteen just yet. Kat is also in the drama club because she wants to be an actress, even performing in some of the plays that the school has. She's been doing it for years now since middle school. She placed a two plates onto the table and patted the chair next to her as she sat down. "Love, I made enough for us so don't be shy."
"Yeah thanks." I smiled over at her and took a seat, it smelled so nice definitely better than what I could have whipped up especially at like seven in the morning. I am still not fully awaken. "Do you have to stay after school today for practice?"
She nodded her head taking a bite out of her breakfast. "Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I have to stay after. Might even be more frequently soon because I believe we are going to start working on the first play of the year."
"Man that sucks, I always forget what day you have to stay and deal with her.." I snarled with a slight bit of venom in my voice at the last word. "However I am sure whatever play that they do that you will get the lead role. They would be stupid not too."
"I appreciate it but that won't be the case. You know damn well who is going to star in whatever play we do. She always gets the part." That's true and I can't stand that she gets anything she wants handed to her on a silver platter. Makes me sick. I am not going to deny that she has the skills but maybe I am biased because I can't stand Layla.. "Hearing her speak sometimes makes my head throb."
"Oh I understand completely, and her bestie is not an exception.." We ate for a minutes in silence afterwards, mentioning that bitch's name made my blood instantly boil. I had finished the first omelette but decided against eating the second one. I stood up and went over to the kitchen and searched the cabinets for a container I could use to save it for my breakfast tomorrow. It was delicious but I just can't eat it right now.
"You are full already?"
"Yeah I guess my eyes were bigger than my stomach." I lied as I stored the container in the fridge. I already feel like I ate too much, my stomach might bloat but it's also growling at the same time.
"You didn't eat dinner last night, love.."
"Just wasn't feeling like it and I was doing my homework until late last night.. Working Friday and Saturday really drained me out." I just want her to change the subject, Kat's not stupid and is probably already onto me. The taller woman just narrowed her eyes at me slightly but didn't say anything more about the subject. Katarina knows all that's been going on, she's one of the few people that have defended me, that has held me when I spent nights crying my eyes out. She's listened to my ramblings about how much I hate myself. She tries her hardest to help me understand that I am perfect the way that I am, not to let false words get to me. But I can't help it, they just do and I am stuck in this hole that I can't get out of. "So I heard Paul talking to one of his friends, apparently he has a crush on you." I said out of the blue to start a different conversation.
"Paul Burchill?"
"Yeah he is in the drama club with you, he dressed and spoke like a pirate some last year to prepare him for the role. That guy.."
"Interesting. That doesn't fancy my interest though." Katarina spoke in almost monotone, rising out of her seat and heading into the kitchen to put up her dish. The younger girl hasn't really been one for dating or relationship, I can't ever recall if she has even liked someone in that way. She's still a mystery to me.
"I mean, he's not that bad looking.. maybe you should go for it, he's a nice guy." I believe I have my statistics class with Paul, I could probably talk to him then if she changes her mind.
"I know that he is a nice guy but Paul.. I just don't fancy him in that regard. I have other priorities to intend to rather than fiddle around in the dating game." Katarina turned her attention to the washing the pans and plates to get them out of the way. I won't press it anymore but if she wanted Kat could have almost any guy she wanted with the snap of her fingers. Just by the way she speaks, her intelligence and not to mention that she's smoking hot. Compared to me anyways.. I mean.. if she wasn't like my sister, I would pounce on that. "Whenever we get to school, I will have to meet with one of my teachers about making up that test I missed last Friday."
"Yeah, that's my bad.." I kind of had to leave school after my third class, I couldn't be there anymore, in that hell. I had messaged Katarina from the bathroom balling my eyes and she wanted to take me home. It was either that or endure hell for ninety more minutes maybe even longer because she wouldn't have been able to take me home. I feel bad because I also made her miss practice.
"No, it's not your fault. Don't ever blame yourself, you needed me and I was going to be there for you regardless.
"Thank you for that..seriously."
"No need to thank me, I am always here for you. What about your arrangement after school?"
"It's not a problem, I can ask Maria if she can bring me home that or I will just wait for you." I said shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. Maybe I could sneak away to the library and get my homework for today out of the way so I don't have to do it whenever I come home. I can focus more on my music then. Ever since I was a little girl there were two things that I always wanted to do. The first was to have my own ranch with tons of horse, just somewhere out in the countryside away from everything and everyone that could harm me. The second was to become a country music singer, I love music. I started learning how to play a guitar whenever I was really young and in my preteen years I even began to write song lyrics. One day I want to perform for people but I am not ready yet. Changes… need to be made.
The ride to school was pretty silent, just casual conversation along the way so it doesn't become too awkward. Katarina most of the time is pretty quiet and more a loner, so she isn't the most talkative thing in the world. With the exception of her performing and doing anything of that nature and well me. Sometimes the silence is just what I need and other times it will do me in. The voices, all the mocking.. it all echos loudly in the back of my head. It consumes my every day thought process and makes my chest feel compressed like someone is stomping on it. At times, it's difficult to breathe but on the rare occasion, I can actually smile and enjoy myself at this place. They lie to you, it's not safe and it never will be. I am not the only victim, that are thousands maybe even millions that suffer the same fate as I do. Whenever we arrived at the school parking lot, I scanned the surroundings for any familiar faces. I didn't see anyone so that might be a blessing in disguise. I decided to go into my phone and text Maria to see if the redhead was even here yet. 'Hey Ria, you at school yet?'
'I won't be there for another fifteen, my sister decided to wake up late so I am behind. Be there soon.'
So that means I will have to walk around the school by myself for a bit while I wait for Ria to show up, that's fantastic... If you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm. Kat had already gotten out of the car but for some reason, my body didn't want to respond to me. Come on Mickie, I know that you don't want to be here but.. you have too. "Just a little bit longer.." I whispered to myself and finally moving to get out of the car, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulders. I hate that I have to bum rides off of my friends but right now, my car is not something I want to drive around. Not until I have the money to fix it that is.
Walking into the main door of the school, I felt this immense amount of pressure gather around me. It feels like it wants to suffocate me, I shouldn't need to be afraid of a place that is suppose to prepare you for the future. Is it too late to just turn around and go home? Unfortunately yes, Katarina and I had to part ways so I decided that I would just wait for Maria over by her locker. I wasn't planning on going to the cafeteria or anywhere that could be remotely cowarded. There weren't that many people in the hallway so I guess I am alright there. Ria's locker is actually right down the hall here, I can always remember because it's by my first period class and that's Anatomy and Physiology. Now I just play the waiting game and hopefully I can have some peace and quiet. I guess I could use this time to make sure that I study before class begins because sometimes my teacher loves to be a bitch and throw us some random pop quizzes. What gives them the right to be assholes like that? Setting my bag onto the floor, I sat myself against the lockers and started digging around for my notebook. Got it, now I can't remember what chapter we are studying. I believe it had to do with.. skin tissues. Right, I have a bunch of vocabulary words that I have to study as well. I wish that was the case, I barely got to the page I wanted in my notes before I heard an oh so familiar voice. "Oh, lookie what I ran into..someone has strayed away from the barn." Already..fuck, I haven't even been here for ten minutes. It wasn't Layla or her bff, it was someone I detest just as much. With a loud sigh, I looked up to gaze into a pair of icy, blue eyes and a confident smile on her face. Alexa Bliss.. She's hardly five feet tall with long, straight blonde hair that have pink tips at the end. Pink must be the new color for her because last year it was blue and then red. Then again about two years ago, Bliss was just this girl trying to fit in with the popular crowd but hell, she's done that. She hangs out with Layla and that other bitch, and now Alexa has graced me with her presence. My best course of action would probably be to get up and walk away, or just ignore her until she gets bored. My eyes darted back to my notebook and I heard a grumble escape her lips. That was short lived because the blonde girl kicked the notebook out of my hands and it slid across the tile floor. "Don't you ignore me Piggie, I am talking to you."
"What the hell do you want, Alexa?"
"You don't speak to me that way, don't you remember what happened last time." Her finger motioning to the woman behind her, the six foot tall woman that is her best friend, Nia Jax. This girl is all muscle and unfortunately for me, I had to learn that the hard way, multiple times. You see, Nia is really overprotective of this short bitch and if anything threaten her blonde goddess, she will strike. Hell Jax is like a guard dog, she follows commands to a tee and will pounce instantly if given the order. "Wanna try that again?"
"What is it that you need from me, Alexa?" I asked the blonde in the sweetest fake tone that I could muster up.
"I don't need or want anything from the likes of you.. But since you so graciously offered, I'll just borrow this." With a grin, she reached down and picked up the notebook that she rudely kicked away from me. Alexa continued to grin while flipping through my notebook, oh yeah.. I share my first period class with this bitch. "Hm, yeah.. Nice to see that you take amazing notes, Piggie. Now I don't have too listen to her blab about some pointless shit. I'll just have you listen for me like the little nerd that you are." Or you know Alexa, you could just take your own fucking notes and leave me alone. I wanted to protest against little Miss Bliss here but I bit my tongue, nothing good would come out of it. "That isn't a problem, is it?"
"No."
"Good girl, Maybe there is some hope for you after all.." Oh what I wouldn't give for someone..anyone to just punch this blonde bimbo square in the jaw. But there is a massive obstacle standing in the way of doing so, do I even need to say what or.. who I am talking about? "See you around Oinkers." Oh thank god, she's leaving. I thought that this torment would never end.
"Ooooh Alexa, you found Miss Piggie already. That's a new record I must say." Of course, it couldn't be that easy, could it? The other girl walking toward me let out an obnoxious laugh but I never need to look to know who the owner of said voice is... Layla El..She is a woman that was born and raised mostly in England, a tanned skin tone and long dark brown locks. She's also the leader of the drama club where Katarina has to deal with her ass at least three times at a week. Aside of her performing passion, she is the captain of the cheerleaders. Layla was a foreign exchange student that came in our sophomore year and once upon a time, we were actually friends. That all changed last year, I don't know what influenced her to become an egotistical bitch along with her best friend but it makes me sick.
Alexa could only snicker as the English woman made her way over to us. "Lay, it's not that hard. All I had to do was follow the smell of bacon and here we are." That caused Nia to let out a small chuckle of her own before her dark orbs continued to stare daggers into me. For fucks sake, just let me walk away. I don't need this.
"Now now sweetie you got it all wrong."
"I do? Enlighten me Lay."
"Bacon has to be hot to smell good, she's more like a ham. Not even the good kind that you eat on Christmas morning." Now of course, they both decided to share a laugh and I only decided to stare at the ground. Why am I the target of all their fuckery? What exactly did I do to deserve all this? Layla made a mocking 'aw' sound before speaking again. "Looks like you gained a few pounds over the weekend. How did you manage to do that? You really are something else Piggie James. Come on Lexi, let's go find Chelle." Alexa only nodded her head in agreement, giving me a mocking little wave bye before following the older woman down the hallway and Nia directly behind her.
I could finally breathe again but their words always get into my head. No matter how how hard I try to ignore them. How am I getting fatter? I have been skipping meals and whenever I do eat, it's not enough to satisfy. God damn it.. I hate them. I stood back up to my feet, my heart wouldn't stop pounding like it was trying to burst out of my chest. All these emotions were overwhelming me, I need to get out of this cursed hellhole. I darted my way back toward the entrance, I need some solitude and outside away from everything is the only comfort I can feel. I want to cry but I'm holding everything back with all of my might but tears still seeped through. I noticed people turning their heads toward me, their eyes curious of what's going on. But none of them care, no one would ever ask me if I was okay. They don't try to stand up for me whenever they witness the bullying that takes place. Why..? Is it because I'm just Mickie James? That I am no one important for these people to care about. Would they do it for anyone else? Finally making my way outside the school, I turned the corner only to bump into someone. "Ow.. Mickie?" I recognized that voice as her arms wrapped around me and prevent me from falling down onto the hard pavement. I could only look into those bright green eyes that stared back into me, a small smile crossed my lips. That however it quickly disappeared only to be replaced with sobs that escaped me.. She instantly knew what happened, not like it really took a rocket scientist to figure that out. "Mickie.. Don't cry. I'm sorry."
"Ria, y-you don't.. need to apologize.. for anything. N-none of this is your fault." My grip tightened against her shirt as the redhead only continued to console me. Maria Kanellis has been my best friend since before elementary school, we first met whenever her family had moved into the house across the street. Me being four years old at the time didn't really understand the concept of not talking to strangers, and went right across the road to say hi to the little girl that was playing outside by herself. That sparked a friendship that has lasted for fourteen years now. She's one of the few friends that have been by my side through this entire ordeal. Ria has tried several times to stand up for me but it's always ended badly for her; she keeps getting hurt and it's all my fault.
"If I was here earlier than none of this would have happened."
"No.. I-it still would have regardless, it's going .. to h-happen no matter what." I hate that she feels guilty over something that she can't control. What difference would it have made if Maria was there? No difference at all, except she would have been a victim as well.
"I could have tried to do something, but it's okay Mickie.. Stop crying, I am here for you." No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the tears or the sobs from escaping me. Maria grabbed a hold of my hand and led me away toward the parking lot and over toward her car. Just to make sure that those bitches wouldn't see the conclusion of their handywork. "Get in the car." She opened the back seat and I only agreed climbing in and she followed suite. "Let it all out.." The redhead repositioned herself and patted her lap, allowing me to lay my head into her lap. Her hands running gently through my long locks as I closed my eyes and tried to relax myself. "You don't need to let their words get to you, Mickers. They are just doing it for sick kicks, there is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful the way you are.." As much I really want to believe those words, I can't ever do so. Those thoughts have been in my head for so long that I honestly can't believe any pertaining to my appearance in a positive light. There is no way I am pretty, I am not skinny. I won't ever be. About ten minutes had passed since we get into the car and finally, I was starting to recompose myself. I let out a loud sigh as I still felt her fingers going through my hair. "You okay..?"
"I'm better now. thanks Ria." I lied slightly and sat myself up to face her. I was feeling somewhat better after letting out my frustrations, but still not hundred percent. I could only feel that if I was far away from this place. "So um, can I borrow your notes for Ms. Moretti's class?"
"What happened to your notes? Did you just decide to slack and not take any.. That doesn't sound like you at all Mickie."
"I had them, until earlier.. Alexa kind of stole them." Thankfully for me, Maria has the same class as me but the unfortunate for me is that it's not until third period. I am just stuck with Alexa because fuck my life.
"Seriously, that bitch is just something else. Yeah of course you can borrow them." Maria started digging through her book bag to find them for me. What would I do without her and Katarina? I use to have someone else like them, she was always there for me. We were almost inseparable, but now.. she's no longer in the picture. If she was in the picture then maybe.. maybe this wouldn't be taking place. "Here." She smiled, handing me her notebook.
"Thanks, I will make copies of them during lunch and give it back before your class." It's not like I am going in that crowded area to eat where everyone could make fun of me. And plus, I share my lunch with all three of the people that torment me so. Just my luck, right? "Class is about to start...we should go."
Looking down at her phone, she exclaimed, "Shit, you are right! Ms. Benshoof will have my ass if I am late. Let's go." She grabbed onto my hand and lead me out of the car, slamming the door and locking it in the process. We only had ten minutes to get to class, that wasn't a problem for me but Maria's class is on the other side of campus and we have multiple buildings here. Walking down the hallway, I made small talk with Maria until I realized that we were right in front of the classroom I need to be at. She gave me a short embrace. "Love you, text me if anything happens."
"I will." I said simply as she turned around and continued to walk down the hallway, I guess I should go in and get my seat before someone takes it. I like to sit in the back corner of the class because well no one really bothers there.
Walking in the classroom, I noticed that there were only a few people sitting at their seats, hell our teacher isn't even in here yet. My seat was open so I rushed back over there and started getting all the shit out that I know I would need. Let's hope that Ms. Moretti doesn't have her granny panties in a bunch because I am not in the mood for random pop quizzes. Better cram in some studying, just in case. Opening the notebook Maria gave me, I started trying to skim through the extensive notes that my best friend took. She's pretty much a genius, I can't lie about that. Why are we taking two weeks to study about all the types of skin tissues anyways, it's a boring topic. I heard footsteps approaching and I lifted my head up afraid of who was walking my way but seeing it wasn't her, I let out a sigh of relief. "Hey Mickie.. um do you mind if I sit with you?"
"Not at all Bayley." That caused her to grin widely as she set her book on the edge of the desk and take the seat in front of me. Bayley Martinez is probably one of the sweetest girls at this school, she's younger than me only being seventeen and a junior. Her hair is about shoulder length and dark brown. Many of course abuse her heart of gold and manipulate her at times which of course is never fair. There was once a point last year that Bayley had to start wearing her hair up in this side ponytail because a couple of girls decided to cut some of her hair off. Can you guess who one of those girls was? Come on, it's not hard. If you guessed Alexa then you are right. I am not the only one that the blonde 'goddess' torments. But today is the first day that I have seen it in a long time with it down and straighten, it looks pretty. "Your hair looks great."
"T-Thanks.." The brunette said with a slight blush appearing across her cheeks. That's cute. "So how was your weekend, Mickie..?" Bayley trailed off trying to continue with the small talk.
"Nothing spectacular happened but I guess it was alright. What about you?"
"It was fun, I hung out with a couple friends and played some video games. Um, maybe you could over sometime if you aren't busy that is." Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, to hang out with other people. To make some more friends..
"You know what, when I am not working sometime I'll definitely take you up on that offer. I'll text you ahead of time so that means I'll need your number."
"O-oh of course, I'm not used to people asking for my number."
From there Bayley and I decided to talk about many small things like hobbies and things like that, I really don't know her that well. I mean we have been partnered up on a project before and say hey to each other but that's the extent of it. It would be nice to have an actual friend in the class, someone to study with or always do projects with. Just someone to sit with all the time would be lasted for about five minutes until more people started flooding the classroom and the sound of chatter escalated. Ms. Moretti still wasn't in the classroom but someone else walked through the door that caught my eye...Alexa. Her blue eyes seemingly scanned the room and darted over to me, her lips curved into a sadistic grin. Oh god no. Now she is walking over this way, my eyes quickly turn away from her. Maybe if I don't look and not give her the supposed attention she 'deserves', she won't bother with me. I tried distracting myself by looking down at my phone but a loud sound caught my attention. The sound of something heavy hitting the floor, it caused my attention to drift over to the blonde. She had knocked Bayley's book into the floor and papers were scattered everywhere. "Whoops, my hand slipped." The voice belonged to none other than Bliss herself, she said nothing more and continued on her merry way.
"Hey you did that on purpose!" Bayley rose her voice slightly, getting out of her seat to collect her stuff.
"Watch the tone there sweetheart, remember what happened last time." Alexa snapped her head back. She held up two fingers continued to spread them apart and put them together in what seemed like a cutting motion. Bayley immediately looked to the floor, her face turning slightly paler than usual. "That's what I thought." She turned back around and walked to the table in the other corner of the room and took her seat.
I decided to climb out of my seat and crouch down to help the younger brunette, grabbing whatever papers were close to me. I swear to God, that girl will do anything to satisfy her urge to torment anyone she wants. Bayley's face was a blank expression, she hasn't looked away from the floor for the past minute. I know that I am not the only one that Alexa bullies but Bayley doesn't deserve any of this bullshit either. She's a sweetheart but I guess having a good heart..makes you an easy target. Once she gathered her things, a small smile graced her lips as she looked over to me. "Thanks..."
"It's not a problem. I hate her just as much as you do, if not more." Bayley gave me a look of understanding while we both got back into our seats.
"Yeah.. I-I know that her and her friends pick on you too, I know we aren't the only ones. Ugh, I hate her! She's such a ...a..-" The brunette appeared to be tongue tied at the moment so I decided to finish the statement for her.
"Bitch? Oh trust me, they all are."
"You said it not me, but I agree completely-"
We were cut off by the sound of the bell ringing signalling that it was time for class to start and right on cue, here comes Ms. Moretti. For a woman that is supposedly in her mid fifties..Ms. Moretti certainly doesn't look the part. She's a woman about average height; long, flowing, dark brown hair that she occasionally wears up in a bun. Sometimes the older woman wears this white collared shirt with a black bow tie, it's almost strictly professional attire with her. "Settle down class, I know you have plenty of stories about your weekend but now is not the time for that. Now let's get the role call out of the way because we have a lot to accomplish today." Yay, that means a bunch of work that I don't necessarily want to do. I guess I am required to do so or else my grade will drop faster than my social life. She started calling roll and all us of responded to her unless she saw us straight away. "Okay class, if you can turn to page forty-seven in your textbook, we will be continuing on with the tissue chart that we left off on.." For several minutes, she started up the powerpoint presentation from where we left off and continued blabbing about whatever until the door opened. "Well someone decided to actually show up for class today, I am impressed."
Another girl walked into the room, a brunette that everyone knew at this school and if they didn't then those few are either new here or live under a rock. When you are the richest girl in all of school, everyone knows your name. I didn't pay her much attention because I know that she is friends.. with them. Besides knowing how rich she is, I hardly know much about her. A good thing that I can say is that even though she's friends with them, she has never bullied me. She's never around whenever it happens, hell I believe Layla is all chumy with her just because she has money. "What can I say Ms. Moretti? The limo broke down getting here."
"Just take a seat, you always seem to have some sort of excuse revolving around your transportation to school.. Next one gives you another detention."
"Okay okay, I gotcha. Thank you for reminding me that I need to fire my driver. He is obviously taking away from my precious education." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she shrugged her shoulders and walked over toward the table that Alexa was sitting at. Great maybe she can keep Alexa entertained and maybe, just maybe.. the rest of the day could be better than this.
Later on in the day..
After the end of my second period class, I decided to head toward the library in order to copy these notes that Maria was nice enough to let me borrow. It's lunchtime now and there is no way in hell that I am eating here, I am trying to avoid that place like the plague. Having about thirty minutes of peace and solitude would do me a favor, and maybe I could find a good book to read in the process. Making sure that no one was following me, I turned into the library and walked over toward one of the tables in the corner of the room and set my bag down on it. Opening my book, I dug through to find Maria's notebook and pulled it out. It does suck at I have to pay to have these pages copied but oh well, I can't fail the test at the end of the week. I definitely won't but I am not risking it in the slightest. It will only take me a few minutes to ask Ms. Stratus to copy them for me so I will use the rest of my time to browse around for a new book or two. After class started earlier, Alexa didn't even look in my direction that I saw which is alright I suppose. I know that she is probably planning something though, the blonde is pretty verbal whenever it comes to me. Second period seemed to fly by and good thing for me because I don't have to share a class with any of those bitches. As much as Mr. Bischoff's teaching wants to make me take a nap, his class is good for some peace. I spent a good ten minutes looking to find something with no luck, I heard a voice behind me. "Well good morning Miss Mickie, how are you doing?"
My head snapped back to be see brown eyes that belong to Ms. Stratus staring back at me. Oh my god, if there was one teacher or staff member I would fuck it would totally be Ms. Stratus, her real name is Patricia. You are talking about a woman with a rocking body that you would love to lick whipped cream off of. What? My mind is definitely not an innocent place. "I am alright today, what about you? How are the kids?" Last year Patricia's hair was blonde but she has this dark brown color that I really dig. I have been coming in here regularly since the bullying started last year, so I have had plenty of conversations with her. I know a little bit about her family, the fact that she has two kids, a boy and a girl.
"They are fantastic, Maximus is going to helpfully be starting school in a few weeks. Maddie is just getting into everything, I get my own workout trying to keep up with her." Her husband has brought them in before and my god, do they both look like her. I have only seen them a couple times. "What can I help you with today?"
"I was wondering if you could make some copies for me of these eight pages front and back." I replied back to handing her the notebook and showing her which pages I wanted copied.
"That's easy enough for me to do, I will be right back and you know how much it is."
I believe it's like ten cents a page or something ridiculous like that, I guess the school has to make the extra money somehow. I normally don't need to pay to have stuff printed for me but I guess it make me a more frequent thing since Alexa might be stealing my shit more often now. Me and my big mouth.. Ms. Stratus walked back over behind her desk to the copier and I started to make my way back over to my bookbag. There really weren't many people in here still, not anyone I knew anyways. Looking at the table, something caught my eyes that looked like a notebook. Strange that wasn't there whenever I was talking to the librarian..Something really seemed familiar about this book upon inspection. Wait a minute.. I picked it up to look at it. This is my notebook! You know the one that Alexa 'borrowed' and I thought that I was never going to get it back. Wait, does that mean that the blonde bimbo is around here watching me? My eyes scanned the library, looking for anything that could resemble any of those girls only to find nothing. So many questions that I don't have the answers too, and it's not like I am going to ask them to Alexa directly. She's not nice enough to return this, Alexa absolutely despises me because Layla and Chelle do. Why would she though? Looking through the pages I noticed that nothing was torn out or marked over. Hell she didn't even put a hateful message in it, this is...shocking. While I was flipping through the pages, something caught my eyes as it slowly fell down to the floor. It looked like a little sheet of paper. I picked it up and saw some writing on it but it wasn't my own writing but someone else's. 'I believe this belongs to you.' Well no shit Alexa, you were the one that stole it from me. She even had the audacity to put a winky face and a little heart next to the message. I hate her. I just sighed and tore the rip into as many small pieces that I could before throwing it away in the nearest dump bin. Now that I have my notes back, I really don't need those pages copied or Ria's notebook. I already see Ms. Stratus making her way back over to me, well that was fast.
"Here you go Mickie." She smiled handing me the notebook and the pieces of papers that I no longer need. Great I wasted money but how was I suppose to know that Alexa would actually return something to me?
"Um thanks here." I said handing her the money that I had in my pocket for it. "You have a good day, I will see you later."
"Have a good day sweetie."
Oh my god, she's still so hot, I can't even. Shaking my head, I decided to head out and go toward the bathroom that is the closest to Maria's classroom. Her teacher will let her leave the classroom because she's basically a straight A student and a goody two shoes. 'Hey Ria, meet me in the bathroom, I have your notebook. I wanted to give it back before my lunch ends so I don't forget.'
I didn't get an immediate response so I just assumed that she wasn't able to pull her phone out long enough to message me back. Thankfully no one was in here either which is pretty surprising in itself because it's usually filled with bimbos plastering forty pounds of makeup on their faces. Finally I got the message that I was waiting for and I looked down with a smile on my face. 'I will be there shortly Mick.' I wonder how the redhead is going to react whenever I tell her about Alexa returning my notebook. Something is definitely not right about that but I can deal with that later. Is she finally getting a heart or is there something more to it? Wait what the hell are you thinking Mickie Laree, there is no way in hell that Alexa would ever feel sympathetic for anything she does. All this is.. It's a cheap tactic to get into my head. But I feel like that it is working, I have been thinking about it nonstop since I found it. The sound of footsteps grew louder and made the hairs on the back on my neck stand up, that feeling subsided once a heard a voice. "Micks, you in here?"
"Yeah Ria."
Maria turned around the corner now in my view which got a smile out of her. "Sorry, he wouldn't shut the hell up, I know that your lunch is almost over." It wasn't like I was going to eat anyways but don't tell her that.
"It's alright. Here you go." I handed her the notebook. "So you won't believe what happened?" She arched a brow curious of what I had to say and I showed the notebook to her. "So I was in the library and I went back to bookbag after talking to Ms. Stratus; my notebook was sitting there on the table. Alexa even wrote a little note in there stating the obvious. 'I believe this belongs to you.' God, she annoys me..even put a winky face and a heart. Can you believe that?"
"No.. Actually that doesn't sound like anything that Alexa would do."
"Right!" I said still not believing it myself. "We will talk later alright, get back to class before you get in trouble." I gave her a quick hug before we said our goodbyes and part ways, now I probably won't be able to see her until the end of the day.. Which sucks because I hate being alone for long periods of time, I always feel like I have eyes on me. That people are staring me down. Hardly anyone here likes me anyone because of them; I see them whispering whenever I walk by. "Half way through the day, you can do this." I spoke trying to convince myself that everything was going to be alright. I have been through months on this hell already, I will have to push myself through the rest. Once I graduate, I won't have to see them ever again and maybe after that they can finally grow the fuck up. I stared down at my phone for a moment and realized that I only had five minutes left until lunch was over. Well shit, I guess that I better get back toward the classroom. Sadly.. I have to walk through the cafeteria for a second time, I didn't pay it much mind the first time so I should be fine. Ignore everything around you and it's going to be alright. I just hope that no one sees me or even cares that I am walking by. Something however did attract my attention, it sounded like a whistle. I don't know if it was directed toward me or not but I instinctively turned to the right to see what it was. That was a mistake. Some unknown liquid was splashed onto my face and drenching the front of my outfit, my hair.. it was all soaked. It was sticky, is this soda? What..?
"Oh sorry Piggie, I thought you were thirsty so I brought you something to quench your thirst." That voice.. I opened my eyes to be almost face to face which the woman that started this torment for me...Michelle McCool. This bitch was once a close friend of mine, she use to be the sweetest thing. She isn't a cheerleader like Layla but McCool is usually the captain of all the sports teams that she is a part of. Hell I feel so bad for Maria because the redhead has to deal with her. Michelle is several inches taller than me, slender build with blonde hair that goes slightly past her shoulders. "What's the matter Fatty, got nothing to say?" My breath was starting become unsteady, my chest was tightening up by the second. All I could hear was the obnoxious laughs of Michelle and Layla echoing in my head. But that wasn't enough, I heard more people laughing at me, the randoms that saw the whole display unfold. I could feel my eyes starting to fill up with tears that were trying to escape me. I am trying my best to hold it back but I don't know how much longer I can.
"Chelle, that's not right.. You were suppose to feed her first." Layla mocked.
"I can't do that, Piggie ate it all Lay.." Michelle shrugged her shoulders for her best friend to nod her head in agreement. "Isn't that right Oinkers? You should lay off the pizza and the seven extra meals a day.. We are just trying to help you." My cheeks were now wet, not because of whatever the hell they spilled on me but by my own tears. I couldn't control them anymore and a few small sobs escaped me. "Oh look Lay, she's crying, aw!" They both shared another laugh before I couldn't hold myself together anymore. I had to get away from here. I turned around as fast I could and just ran away, not even bothering to look back. I can't stay here, not today. All the laughing and their words were still in my head, and they would never leave me. They are the reason that I hate myself so much, that I am trying to change who I am. I don't deserve this torment, nobody does. One thing really sticks in my head and I continue to always ask myself this. Why me?
There you have it, this perfectly sets up the tone for this story. It's not going to be sunshine and rainbows. If you liked the chapter and how the story is going so far.. please review, fav and/or follow. It means a lot and shows that people like what I write..
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