Chapter 5
"Where do you think you're going, loser?" Adam said to me when I tried to walk past him. He was tall and muscular and the quarterback on the Varsity football team. I didn't stand a chance. I may be more intelligent than he is, but he had the brawn, and I was left with the brains. Not that I liked him in the least. He may have been attractive, but sorry, not my type.
"Who, me? I am going to my scheduled class at the moment. You know, we're in school. That's what we're supposed to do. Go to class, and not terrorize those lesser than us. But wait, what would you understand about that? Nothing, of course," I spit out. This guy could piss me off like no other. He knew exactly how to press my buttons and get a reaction from me. Yeah, I'm a smartass, what's it to you?
With that said, he pushed me up against the wall, knocking my head back that sent a rush of dizziness throughout my body. 'Fuck, I'm gonna have a nice headache when this is finished,' I thought to myself.
"You're a worthless piece of shit, did you know that?" he said in anger. Fuck, of course I knew that, but I didn't say that. That would have only created further reaction from him, something that I didn't wish for at the moment. He released me and then spit in my face. It slid down my cheeks like tears.
"Next time, you won't be so lucky," he stated and then punched the wall next to my head and walked away from me, probably to go down to the cafeteria and skip class with the rest of the football assholes that he calls his friends. God, at the rate that I'm going; I'll be beaten to death. I had a royal headache now, along with my bruised back that hurt like a fucker whenever I inhaled, exhaled, or even moved for that matter.. Great, just fucking great.
I wiped my hand across my forehead and sighed. 'I've had enough of this shit for a lifetime," I thought. I walked the remaining distance towards my classroom door, and walked through and took a seat at my desk. Hooray, more Advanced Algebra.
The remainder of the day, I was so sore, but I managed to pay pretty good attention. The final bell rang and I quickly got out of that school before I saw Adam again and headed for my car. I opened the door, got in, and started the ignition.
"I'm so glad that's over," I said out loud. With that, I turned my radio on extra loud and sang along to every song obnoxiously. Music was always one thing that calmed me down increasingly. Just listening to the guitar riffs, drum solos, and vocals come together, just sent a calming sensation through me. I loved it. I could sit there for hours and just analyze the different parts in the song. It was like that when I played guitar as well. The motion of my fingers changing with each stroke of my pick, it was just amazing. To just close my eyes and strum my guitar was the most calming thing I could do. Shut up, I'm a freak, and proud.
I pulled my car into my driveway. I didn't see my father's car, so that hopefully meant he wasn't here. As I sat there and put my car into park, I realized I hadn't eaten since lunch at school yesterday. My stomach was talking to me. How the fuck do I forget these things? Oh well. I got out of my car and went in the house. I looked around the first floor, he wasn't there. 'Good,' I told myself, 'that was the last thing I needed today.'
I carefully threw myself onto the couch and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels. I never found anything interesting. My mind was too scattered. All I wanted, was for it to be 5:00 and out of this place.