Don't Judge Me (under extreme EDITING)

Chapter Two

Nadia's Pov

De'marcus takes my hand and leads us into the school building. As soon as we step inside, everyone's attention is adverted to us. I slip my hand away from De'marcus's and speed walk away from him. I hear him call out my name over and over. I just quicken my pace. The stair case appears that leads up to the second floor. I can still hear De'marcus in the distance so I rush up the stairs two by two hoping I can loose him. Im running from him because in all honesty sometimes when girls see me with him they get angry and treat me 10 times worse then they would on a normal day. De'marcus fails to see that he thinks the world is all peaches and cream for me, but it's not. Of course he knows that I get picked on but he doesn't know to what extent. If he did know, he'd go crazy. That's why I choose not to tell him about my home life. One day I might walk in the house and everyone is shot dead, thats just how crazy he is.
After a while I don't hear him nor see him. I reach for my schedule in my pocket and notice it's not there. I mentally roll my eyes and head back down the stairs ducking and dodging through the huge crowd of students. I reach the office again and get a new schedule.
I look to see that my first period is English 10. I sigh, reading at 7 o'clock in the morning, great. I head to the English hall to start my day. As soon as I walk in I see Carter and her hoe friends sitting in the back. I curse under my breath. How can you fail English? Her dumb ass is 17 in a 10th grade English class. Ima just sip my tea and take a seat. I slide into a desk that is positioned in the center of class. I take out my pencil and binder preparing for the class.
C-"Aye, piggy!" Carter shouts out to me
I roll my eyes and turn around to face her
N-"what?" I say not hiding the annoyance in my tone
C-"don't get smart with me you hunch back gorilla" the class erupts in laughter
But somebody does need to get smart with you... Because your dumb ass in a 10th grade class, again Ima sip my tea.

N-"what do you want?" I ask again
C-"why where you talking to my man?"
N-"which one?" I raise my eyebrow
I hear a few snickers
C-"look here you little fat hoe... Don't you ever go with in 100 feet of De'marcus ever again. I don't even know why he's talking to you. I know! All he sees in you is a vulnerable, insecure, fat bitch that he can easily get to for a quick fuck. Don't think you all that just because you get attention from him. Because at the end of the day, he could never love someone like you."

The whole room got silent. I get up out of my seat and rush out of the class as tears fall from my clouded eyes. I rush to the bathroom and let it all out. What she said cut deep. Why? Because I like De'marcus a lot, maybe even love him. I've known him for most of my life and over the years my feelings have developed. Inside I know he wouldn't like me not love me the way I love him. When she said that it struck a nerve, I guess it was a reality check for me.

I wipe my eyes and rinse off my face. I take a deep breath while stepping out into the hallway. I make my way back to the classroom in no time and take my seat again. People stare and whisper at me. Some look as if they feel bad for me, others look at me in amusement. I just sink down in my seat and clutch the ends of De'marcus's sweatshirt, his scent that lingers in the shirt brings me a little ease. The teacher walks in and begins her lesson.

*lunch*
The bell rings for lunch and I get out of my seat heading to the door. I am so ready to get out of this Algebra 2 class. I hear someone say "you know her fat ass ready to eat". To be honest I am, so I'm not even tripping. I see the outline of De'marcus as I step out into the hallway, I quickly turn and walk the opposite way. Looks like I'm taking the long way to lunch. I hear him say "I'll catch up with you later, I got something to handle."
I know for a fact that the "something" is me. I quicken my pace and rush into the cafeteria. I look behind and I don't see him. I take a sigh of relief. I get into the lunch line and a heavy arm drops on my shoulder. I automatically know it's him because of his fragrance.
He bends down so his lips are level with my ear. He's so close, his cool breath brushes across my neck sending chills down my body. I try to scoot away but he has a firm grip on my waist.
D-"so we ignoring niggas now? Huh?"
As he speaks his lips graze me ear.
N-"I uh, um"
I can't get anything out, his presence makes my thoughts melt like butter.
D-"no words? You know how I feel about that." I nod in response.
You see he has these rules.."rules to make Nadia a better person" is what he calls them