Hello - sorry for the long wait :/ But I have a lot going on (explained in my other story) and updates are unfortunately going to be a lot slower.
Thanks for all the reviews to my last chapter by the way, they were so lovely :D
This idea was a prompt given to me by EpicLoric24, asking for a mean Sam. So this is set in a high school situation from Marks POV, hope you enjoy :D
Don't let me get me
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
"Hey there"
Shit.
I recognise the voice immediately of course, how couldn't I? This is the guy who tormented my childhood and my whole high school career. Basically my entire life.
Sam Goode.
"Hey squirt, I'm talking to you"
I sigh, turning to face him. I don't want a confrontation, not this early in the morning, not ever, but I know he does. It's what he lives off – attention. Unfortunately being the smartest, coolest guy in the whole school doesn't seem to be enough. So instead (yay me!) he goes round pissing people off and beating them up. I seem to be his favourite object at the moment.
"Yes" I say, knowing that will just anger him more. But what am I supposed to say. Hi? Go away? Leave me alone? You know I really hate you? I don't really think that would go down too well.
"What's your first lesson?" He grins, and I can feel my eyes tighten. I don't know what he's getting at with this, not at all, but I'm not in the mood to get beaten up right at the moment.
"Maths" I say levelly, shouldering my bag and closing my locker. It seems to weigh more then usual, and I turn around, away from Sam as more and more people file through the door. He is waiting – I can tell – for an audience. Seemingly his posse of about 10 others is too small, so he has to terrorise me in front of the whole school. At least I'm used to it.
"I'll see you after"
I am smart enough to know what that means. He is giving me time to pull myself together, or try to some up with some way to escape him. At which point he will swoop in and humiliate me – in front of everyone. Because, judging by the murmurings, everybody heard that.
Life just gets better and better.
Sam grins a predatory grin at me before walking off, with that swagger that all the boys want.
I sigh, tugging at my letterman jacket – the only thing my dad left behind for me, and my only prized possession – and start my long and laborious walk to maths class.
A boy, one I vaguely recognise from History Class, stops me in my tracks. For a minute I expect him to say something rude, maybe he is one of Sam's cronies. But his face is thoughtful, and almost kind. I decide to give him a chance and don't turn and walk swiftly away – my usual reaction to almost everything these days.
"Are you okay" He asks, and I am shocked, if not gratified by the concern in his blue eyes.
"Yeah" I say nervously, rubbing the back of my neck "I'm kinda used to it by now". He stops to look at me, and I try to smile back.
"It's not okay" He says sincerely "I hate that. When people think they are better than you. Just, I don't really know you but I know what a dick Sam is – I used to be his friend" He shakes his shaggy blonde head, then turns back to me. "Mark right?" He asks and I nod, too awkward to say anything. "Don't let him rule your life Mark."
Then he walks off down the corridor, into the crowd of people.
"Wait" I call after him, and try not to pay attention to the way people are turning to look at me. The boy stops. "What's your name anyway?" I ask him.
"John" He replies, smiling "John Smith"
Maths class, as usual, is boring as hell.
I don't pay attention, as usual, and just spend the entire class watching the blonde head in front of me. Sarah Hart is the most sought after girl in the school. Back when she was a cheerleader, she had dated almost every boy in the whole school. After Sam though, something changed in her. I don't really know what, but all of a sudden she wasn't a bitch.
She was hot, she was always hot, but now when she doesn't look at you like you are far beneath her, it's a lot more appealing. Having said that – I have never spoken to her. Well, not properly anyway, I do the usual. 'Can you pass the rubber' or 'Excuse me' and she will smile and give me a sweet reply, but that is about it.
Not to say I don't spend the rest of the day thinking about it...
"Mark"
I look up to the teacher, who is standing before me.
"Yes sir"
"Are you listening?" He asks condescendingly. I hate the way everybody here talks to you like your a small child.
"Yes sir"
"Good"
He walks off again and I am left to my daydreams. And fears about what will happen once the lesson finishes. My head consciously flits up to the clock and I see that it's 10:20, only ten minutes before break, and my inevitable doom. Ahh, don't you just love high school?
The bell rings, and I am left until last to pick up my belongings. I always wait until last, as it avoids any contact with people through the abnormally small doors in every single classroom in this school. It's not like I talk to anybody.
I don't bother running, or hiding. I know that if I do, he will just find me later and make it that more painful. It surprises me mildly that he's not outside the classroom as soon as I leave it. I presume his lesson hasn't finished yet. Maybe I should wait for him? Things will end faster.
Fuck it – he can find me.
I make my way outside – the cold weather makes it an unpopular, unused place that is perfect for me. I eat my lunch out here usually too. My bench is empty, and I have to brush away a few fallen leaves from it before I sit. Autumn is in full swing now – and the trees are canopies of red and gold.
Having nothing to do, I take out my maths homework, before realising that it will get trashed and ripped in to pieces as soon as Sam gets within a few metres. It goes back in my bag quickly, and I twiddle my thumbs for a while. Sam still doesn't appear.
I reach down to unzip the front pocket of my bag, damn the consequences, and take out my phone. As soon as the black earbuds start to play my favourite music, I feel slightly more calm. I know what will happen if (when) Sam finds me with my phone – and my parents will not be pleased, not after the last time, they still think it's my fault I'm so clumsy – but the Foo Fighters have always relaxed me.
I am so lost in my track, that I hardly hear the end of break bell ring. I take the plastic out, my eyes wide, and my head spinning. Why didn't he come to find me? He knows where I am, he always knows where I am. Something must have happened, because Sam is not the type of guy to let anything go.
I poke my head round the door into the hall of lockers cautiously – waiting for a grab to ruin my jacket, or for a sharp blow to my head. Nothing happens, and I start to walk down the corridor. Everything is in it's place, and I am ignored which is the usual routine. I start to feel the pack lighten slightly on my back, and a slight, slight spring in my step. Something I haven't felt since I started here.
"Mark!"
Of course it was way too good to last.
I feel my shoulders slump as I turn around, only to find John standing before me. His sapphire eyes are alight, and I immediately feel apprehensive about what has happened. Everything that goes on around here will spread quickly, and I suddenly realise why people, more than usual, were blanking me. It's because they were chattering to each other, hands over mouths and excited expressions mirrored on everybodies faces.
"Did you hear?"
"Do I ever?" I say bitterly, although my inner teen is itching to find out. Luckily his face spreads into a grin and he leans forward.
"Sam asked Sarah out again"
I raise my eyebrows.
"Lets just say she gave him a piece of her mind" He pauses for a second, a conspiratorial glint in his eye "And a slap in the face"
I laugh, shocked, and at that moment Sarah comes walking down the corridor. I don't know how she manages to look so flawless in her gentle pink top and bleached jeans, but I guess it's old habit as everybody moves out of her way as she comes. Her pale face is slightly flushed, and her hair messy.
"That was so awesome Sarah" John exclaims, leaning in for a hug. I cant help but feel a small pinch in my chest that I order away.
Funnily enough though, she seems so happy that I don't feel too jealous when John spins her round and flirts for a few minutes. And when I get that smile – my whole body seems to lift off the ground. For a few minutes before Sarah gets surrounded by her endless group of friends and I have to back off of course.
At least Mark wont bother me any more. Hopefully...
So it wasn't that long, but I hope you liked it, and I NEED MOOORE IDEAS. Please...
And I had no idea what to do for the song so you know - why not add some pink?
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