Chapter 2

I bit my lip nervously and looked back into my book. I could feel the whole lunchroom staring at me, mostly juniors.

“Well I was going to say that you probably should come to my house to work on the Science project, since we didn’t get any work done in class.”

I didn’t want to spend any more time with him unless necessary. I also didn’t want to talk to him. So, I just shook my head firmly.

He looked surprised.

“Why not?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Suit yourself then,” he told me and then walked off to the table with all of his stupid jock friends and cheerleaders.

I continued to eat my chips until the bell rang for Lunch C to come in the lunchroom.

I quickly got my things off the ground and forced it into my book bag. I slung my book bag over my shoulders and hurried out of the lunchroom.

When I finally got on the junior floor, I went straight to my locker.

The locker was painted light blue and had some paint peeling off. The lock was black and had numbers around it.

I twisted the lock around and I tried to open it.

“Stupid locker,” I muttered to myself.

“Well I don’t that that locker is that stupid,” a voice whispered huskily.

I turned my head to the side and saw my two twin older brothers standing beside me.

Their names are Brett and Brian; they’re identical twins.

They have scorching hot bodies, (at least that’s what I’m told) and are two of the most popular boys in their senior class. They both have blonde hair that’s sort of all over their head and face. They’re about 6 ft 3, standing about a foot over me.

Oh yeah did forget to mention that they are very protective of me. Why? I have no idea! There are only a couple of explainable reasons. Reason #1: A boy. I’m pretty sure no boy is going to ask me on a date anytime soon. I can’t even talk to one! If I even talk, and yes I said talk, to a boy, they want me to give them a legal reason to why I’m talking to them. Nuts? That’s what I said. Reason #2: defense. No offense to my brothers or anything but I can take care of myself. If anyone takes one look at me, they’re probably going to go running to their parents. Now the other reasons, well I sort of forgot them. Oops?

“Laney, are you there?” Brett shouted at me while waving his hand in front of my face.

I blinked my eyes slowly before realizing I was being talked to.

“Oh sorry, I kind of blanked out for a minute,” I told them.

“You really need to get that checked out Laney,” Brian said while helping me open my locker.

“Thanks,” I replied sarcastically.

“Anytime.”

There was a long silence, before anyone else said anything. Brett broke the silence.

“So…why was Jake talking to you earlier?”

Aha! I knew they came by my locker for a reason.

I shrugged my shoulders slowly. “We were just talking about the Science project.”

“Are you sure?” they both asked me.

“Yes I’m sure. Now unlike you two I actually got to class.”

Their mouths dropped open again and were getting ready to reply, but I just turned around quickly and walked the fastest my chubby legs could take me.

Detention.

I’ve been dreading this moment forever.

I really rather be at home drawing or doing something. No, I take that back. I rather not be home. If I’m home, that means my mom will be there fussing about what I eat and blah blah blah. Then that usually leads her to anger, which causes her to throw things at me, and she says she hates me and all this other stuff. So maybe I am sort of happy that I’m not home.

While I was sitting there sorting things out in my head, I heard the door slam. I turn around and see him again.

Well I take that back again.

He came in and sat by me. Which I didn’t like so I scooted my desk over.

He rolled his eyes dramatically.

“So are you coming to my house today or what?”

I shook my head in reply.

“Do you ever talk?”

Not to you or anybody else.

“Why not?” he asked me.

I must have looked confused so he continued. “You just said not to me or anybody else. Why not?”

I was about to reply but the teacher walked in quickly and shouted, “No talking!”

Thank you teacher.

After detention, I was mad as hell. Basically detention did not go to well. I’ve never been so mad before in my life. He kept spitting spit balls at me when the teacher wasn’t looking. When he got bored with that he threw paper balls at me and call me names. So when I didn’t answer to the name-calling he started calling me by my real name. And all of this went on and the teacher did not say one thing. Not one. I actually think he was sleeping. I did hear him snore a little….but that’s not the point! The point is that I’m really mad, all because of Mr. Popular.

I started walking out of the school building, when I felt someone touch my shoulders. I jumped a little and turned around.

“Oh, it’s you” I muttered to him. I turned around and walked really fast.

“Wait!” he called.

I ignored him and continued walking fast.

He caught up with me easily and grabbed my hand. I jumped again, but more this time.

“Why do you keep jumping?” he asked me.

“Because I don’t like people touching me, especially people I don’t know.”

“Oh,” he replied.

There was silence.

“Uh Jake?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you let go of my hand now?”

“Sure.” He let go of my hand and it dropped by my side.

I started to walk the direction of my house and he shouted at me, “We are working on the project whether you like it or not.”

I rolled my eyes in my mind. Whatever Jake. Whatever.

I walked into my house and closed the door quietly.

I tiptoed up the stairs quickly and quiet and went into my room. I sat on my bed and slowly pulled my sketch book form under my b ed. I started thinking about what to draw and got the perfect idea.

I started to sketch out my beautiful sister. I drew a slender face--.

I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

It was my older sister.

“Lane can I come in for a second?”

“Uhhh...hold on.” I yelled at the door.

I looked around frantically for a place to hide my sketch book. I pushed it forcefully into my book bag. I ran to the door and unlocked it.

“Hi sis,” I said to her as if I was just sitting in my room.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Oh nothing,” I replied.

“Cool.”

My sister Ashley was 20 years old, only four years older than me. Ash was basically the typical popular girl in high school. Actually everyone in my family was/are popular in high school except me. She had really long blonde hair and black highlights at the tip. She was about 5 ft 7 and way skinner than me. She was into fashion, make-up, and all the girly stuff. The exact opposite of myself. She’s wanted to do a makeover on me for a long time, (insulting, I know!) but I politely declined.

“Well…aren’t you going to tell me?”

I looked at her confused and tilted my head to the side. “Tell you what?”

“About the boy silly,” she said in a ‘duh’ voice. “The one you were talking to in the lunchroom.” I looked at her with wide eyes and gave hear a how-did-you-know-this look. She replied by saying, “Because I still have connection at J.H. High and because Brett and Brian told me.”

“Oh,” Well that was all I could say. News travels fast.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened.”

“Well fine then. I’ll just call your “boyfriend”.” she sing-songed.

“But he’s not my--,” I couldn’t even finish my sentence because she already slammed the door.

I took the pillow off my bed and screamed into it.

I. hate. my. life.

A/N: I hope you are proud of me! I did make it longer so I was happy about that. I want to apologize for not getting it on here sooner. I probably could have finished it yesterday but yesterday was my birthday. So please review (criticism or polite) are accepted!! I want to think the person who gave me a longgg review but it was indeed helpful to my writing skills. I hope it was better than the last one!