the Nerd is a Badass?

Chapter 1.

"Move out the way freak!" Tanya screeches at me. Of course she does cause I am the nerd that everyone hates. I look at her and ignore the urge to punch her and break that fake nose of hers.

"Sorry" I mumble and move around her. She grabs my elbow and yanks me back. To a normal girl who doesn't know all the ways of self defence there is, they would fall over, so I had to that. I fake falling over and let all my stuff go. My back hits the floor with a loud thump but it will only leave bruises nothing to bad. I grunt and quickly get up and grab my books.

"Ahh look at the loser! On the floor beneath us all where she belongs!" Tanya shouts so everyone can hear and everyone laughs. I ball my fists in anger. I grab my last piece of paper that fell on the floor and push the glasses back at on my nose when I hear him.

"Back off Tanya. Go and find something to fuck!" He says to her and for the first time I think he might be nice and stand up for me. "She is my toy, not yours!" Turns out I was wrong. I stand up and look him in the eyes. Groaning internally I 'flinch' to show I'm 'scared'. "I most certainly can't wait till PE were she is my punching bag!" He smirks. I put my head down letting my hair fall over my face so it looks like I'm crying. Everyone starts chuckling quietly at me, but it only builds my anger up.

"Shut the fuck up!" I hiss loudly not realizing my mistake until I said it. A nerd like 'me' would never say something like that. Everyone stops and looks at me shocked. He steps towards me and squints.

"What did you just say?" He growls,

"N-n-nothing..." I fake a stutter and turn around barging my way through the other students. When I am out of earshot I breath a loud sigh of relief, close one. Let's hope he won't put two and two together...

Chase Anderson the fucking bastard who thinks he owns the school because he is the leader of the gang I happen to be apart of. If only who knew. My closest friend and biggest bully is just one person. Him. Sometimes... Just sometimes I wish I could tell him. However if I told him I would have to tell him everything. Am I prepared to do that? No. N. O. With capitals. And this my dear friends is why I have no real friends.

I take my seat in my second to last lesson waiting for the bell to go. Our teacher Ms. Klarke walks in.

"Oh hi Emily. How are you? I was wondering if you wanted to use the recording studio this lesson? You really do have a remarkable voice and I would love hearing your pieces!" She says. I smile politely hiding my excitement. I love music and singing in general, but when I use the recording studio it make me feel famous.

"Yes please Ms. That's if you don't mind.' I say. She waves her hand dismissing me.

"No problem. Why don't you go and set up class is about to sta-" she gets cut off by the bell. I stand up smiling and make my way to the recording studio. The thing is, everyone in my music class doesn't know I can sing, they think I just come in and sing really badly which is how I normally sing and then make it seem really good using all the special affects on the music thing. I open the door to where all the equipment is and turn them on. I set it so it is only recording my normal voice and walk in. The microphone hangs from the ceiling and I put my headphones on. Taking a deep breath I start singing FixYou by Coldplay.

When you try your best but you don't succeed.
When you get what you want and not what you need.
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep.
Stuck in reverse.