3 Fever

"Where have you been" he shouts angrily. Is this guy serious right now.

"You don't keep me waiting" he growls, I stare up at him and wonder if he is really demented because no normal person behaves this way, he acts almost as if he looks forward to this every day.

"Sorry " I reply weakly " I was busy blowing your dad" I finish with a smile.

His face grows red as he hits me in my stomach, thesame spot as yesterday.

I take it better today but the pain still incapacitates me on the ground.

"She always runs her mouth even when she knows what will happen" I hear a female voice say pitifully.

"Serves her right, she's always acting so high and mighty" another replies.

I sigh shaking my head to clear it.

"I'll kill you one of these days, keep running your mouth" Zacharys deep voice booms sweetly, a sirens song stood no chance against the smoothness of his intoxicating voice, why such a voice will be given to my tormentor is the great mystery.

"You shouldn't hit girls, didn't your mother teach you that?" I retort from the ground, I see him clench his fist and harden his jaw In rage," what did you say?" he asks daring me to repeat it.

"Nothing" i say looking away.

"I thought as much" he replies walking away. I sigh out again, another day checked.

I Wake up with a fever, my body probably as hot as the sand in a desert , why me.

I get to school an hour late,missing the first period entirely, good thing nobody seemed to notice, the principal is probably not around.

I try to sneak Into class but the position of my seat means I have to go past everyone.

The history teacher miss Gloria ignores me and continues her reading on some great war.

I walk to my seat and slump down in it, my whole body feels like I am on fire, I pull off my hoodie exposing the crop top I am wearing underneath.

I feel the cool air beat against my skin and I start to shiver, I put the hoodie back on, and rest my head on my desk.

Miss Gloria has never hidden her dislike for me, after I openly corrected and schooled her in front of the entire class it only made her bitterness towards me more pronounced but now instead of always singling me out she just ignores me completely.

One would think I was indeed invisible, I wish.

As the school day ends, I contemplate going back to the principal to plead my case of bullying before him again, but the last time I did when the whole thing first started, he said it was my bad manners and anti social nature that attracted bullys to me and that I should try making friends.

I don't have bullys, I have one bully, others keep their distance.

Sometimes I think they fear me but I know it is Zachary they fear.

He had made it clear enough that he would kill anyone who came close to me.

The bell rings and I pack my bag slowly not in a hurry to leave, I step out of the class with my hands wrapped around my chest, mustering up all my strength to walk straight with my head held high.

I spot Zachary walking towards me with a wicked smirk on his face, I stop and wait taking in a deep breath.

Before he stops in front of me i blurt out,

"can we not do this today, let's take a break and continue tomorrow " .

I try to make my voice sound firm and uncaring like it always does, even mocking but it comes out weak and tired almost shaking.

His friends start to laugh,

" is she going to cry and beg" one say

" no more toughness huh" another ask. "Shut up" Zachary bark at them his eyes piercing into me.

He lifts his right hand and brings it towards me as if to hit me, I clench my fist, praying I don't faint from the impact.

As his hand touches my skin, I see him flinch and draw back, my skin right now is hot enough to boil an egg.

His facial features remain hard so I can't tell what he is thinking, he stares at me hard and then steps aside without saying a word.

I release a breath I did not know I was holding in and walk past him and his friends and a million pair of surprised and questioning eyes and out the door into my temporary freedom.

I will probably get double the beating tomorrow but tomorrow is another day.

I go to lannas and try to do my shift but I find it hard to even stand.

She makes me soup and asks me to take the day off and the next day if need be, I thank her and start to walk home.

As much as I appreciate her consideration, the idea of going home early scares me, I think of Zachary and his reaction this afternoon, I hadn't expected him to let me go the way he did.

I don't understand anything about him, why does he pick on me the way he does, why forbid others from doing thesame?

Why doesn't he pick on anyone else but me?

I shake my head with a little too much force to try and clear it but that only makes me dizzy, I stand for a few seconds to regain my balance and then continue my walk home.

Horrible people don't need a reason to be horrible, there's no understanding them.

My alarm clock chimes loudly on the side table, I sit up and yawn just as loud stretching my hands above my head.

Friday, the day I live for.

I jump out of bed and into the shower, yesterdays illness almost forgotten, I feel better.

I wear a black off the shoulder gown that stops a little above my knee, my black sneakers and i top it off with my mom's wristband(i never leave home without it).

The walk to school isn't something I enjoy exactly but it gives me time to arrange my many thoughts, all I have are my thoughts, I spot Zachary in front of his sports car alone, that's a first, where's his entourage??