When the weekend ends, I go to school, excited to see Len again.

As usual, there are a few girls talking to him, but he pushes them off. But they cling back to him and whine, "Why do you keep ignoring us, Lenny?"

"Lenny, what's so special about that blond girl?"

"She's soooo weird!"

"You're way too cool for her!"

I watch and frown at the shower of insults hits me hard. They're right. I'm not… good enough.

I scoot my chair back, stand up, and walk out of the classroom to go to the bathroom. I can hear him call my name, but he doesn't come after me, whether it's the girls restraining him or not.

I get to the bathroom and sit on the floor with my knees on my chest and my chin on my knees. I don't cry, but it feels like it's raining somewhere in me. He didn't do anything wrong. But those girls are right. I'm not cool enough, I'm not smart enough, I'm not good enough for Len.

I laugh at my stupidity. I should stop embarrassing him, and myself. I get up and look at myself in the mirror. I take off my bow.

Once I get back to the classroom, class has started and Len is in his desk next to mine. I sit down and look away from him as I shove my bow into my backpack.

"Where'd your bow go? It was cute." He whispers to me. I ignore him. He says nothing for the rest of the class. Once it ends, he comes up to me and lays his hand on my shoulder. "Hey,"

"Hello."

"What those girls said…"

"It was true," I reply. He lets go of me and I grab my books. I turn to look at him. "no, no it's not. None of it is. Okay? It's not." He says sternly.

"Okay," I reply and walk to class.

Being the new girl in school really, really sucks.