"What do you mean?" I looked at my painting for a few seconds. "You haven't noticed that I am the social outcast?" "Well, I notice that you don't talk to anyone. Surely you have some friends." I gave a sarcastic laugh. "You would think that wouldn't you. No, everyone here doesn't like me or talk to me. I would probably tell you to do the same if you want to have any kind of social life here." he focused on painting. "I don't give a crap about social status. It's a waste of time. I am not here to impress anyone." We both went back to painting. "So, I'm Avery by the way." I smiled at him. I am never going to be able to finish my painting. He smiled back at me and I thought I was going to melt. "I'm Elaine."
After an hour of just painting and chatting we handed in our canvas. I grabbed my bag and waited for the bell to ring. "So, do you want a ride home?" Avery asked. I gave him a strange look. "I just spent a lot of time telling you that you shouldn't hang out with me. You now want to give me a ride home?" He just gave me a casual shrug. "I told you I don't care what others think of me." "Well, if you insist. I would love a ride home, but I have to go get my trig book." The bell rang and we walked into the hallway. "Lead the way." Avery told me. I managed to get to my locker without anyone saying anything. I put in the comnination and opened it up. "Avery what are you doing with this crazy loser?" I knew who that was. Jared would be the one to say something. I grabbed my book and through it in my bag.
He was talking to Avery, but pointing the insults at me. I kept my back turned on him. "She's not crazy." I slowly turned to face Jared and Avery. "Oh, she is crazy and ugly. Take a look at her arms and tell me that's not ugly." Jared grinned from ear to ear. It seemed to satisfy him to insult me. I pulled on my sleeves. I really didn’t want anyone looking at them. Avery pushed Jared back. "Listen you little spoiled rotten little rich kid. You are no better than her. In fact you’re worse. Picking on girls make you feel big. What a low life. You’re a piece of shit." Avery turned back to me. He grabbed my bag and slammed my locker. He walked away fast. I just followed him out of the school. "Why don’t you stand up for yourself?" I was glad he broke the silence and not me. I shrugged my shoulders. "You dont need to do this." I barely spoke above a whisper but he heard me. "I know. I just know how it feels to be treated like this."
After an hour of just painting and chatting we handed in our canvas. I grabbed my bag and waited for the bell to ring. "So, do you want a ride home?" Avery asked. I gave him a strange look. "I just spent a lot of time telling you that you shouldn't hang out with me. You now want to give me a ride home?" He just gave me a casual shrug. "I told you I don't care what others think of me." "Well, if you insist. I would love a ride home, but I have to go get my trig book." The bell rang and we walked into the hallway. "Lead the way." Avery told me. I managed to get to my locker without anyone saying anything. I put in the comnination and opened it up. "Avery what are you doing with this crazy loser?" I knew who that was. Jared would be the one to say something. I grabbed my book and through it in my bag.
He was talking to Avery, but pointing the insults at me. I kept my back turned on him. "She's not crazy." I slowly turned to face Jared and Avery. "Oh, she is crazy and ugly. Take a look at her arms and tell me that's not ugly." Jared grinned from ear to ear. It seemed to satisfy him to insult me. I pulled on my sleeves. I really didn’t want anyone looking at them. Avery pushed Jared back. "Listen you little spoiled rotten little rich kid. You are no better than her. In fact you’re worse. Picking on girls make you feel big. What a low life. You’re a piece of shit." Avery turned back to me. He grabbed my bag and slammed my locker. He walked away fast. I just followed him out of the school. "Why don’t you stand up for yourself?" I was glad he broke the silence and not me. I shrugged my shoulders. "You dont need to do this." I barely spoke above a whisper but he heard me. "I know. I just know how it feels to be treated like this."
