Priceless (A MIKA Fanfic) (Remake)

Chapter 21

The next day at school, I actually felt quite good for once. This was a surprise, because usually on school days, all I thought about was how much I hated myself, and I spent most days worrying about being made fun of by the other kids. I probably felt happy because Mica and I were back together now, because I was still so glad that he didn't really hate me.

We were still pretending to have nothing to do with each other, and we hoped that the other kids thought we had broken up now. I didn't know if they did, though. Mica and I hardly saw each other now because of this, but sometimes we would try to be the last people to leave the classroom at the end of lessons, just so we could have a few minutes together before our next lesson. And if there was nobody around, he would kiss me as well. He did this today after our first lesson, and that made me feel happy too.

But I knew that I wouldn't feel good about myself for long. Something would happen to ruin it, like it always did whenever I didn't feel awful for once.

At the end of break, I walked to my next lesson, which was History. I made my way through the corridors, past the stampede of shouting, swearing kids. As I was about to walk through the large door at the end of the corridor, which was the only way for people to access the four storey building, I saw someone point at me. It was an older girl, who I had never seen before in my life.

"It's her! The girl with the messed up face!" she shrieked, still pointing her finger at me.

Her friends appeared behind her, and they all began to laugh at me. I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes, and I walked away from them as fast as I could. When I got to the four storey building, I ran up the stairs, and I walked through the doors that led to the Humanities corridor. I stood waiting outside my History classroom, hoping I would be allowed to go inside before the older girl and her friends came up the stairs.

The girl with the messed up face.

I thought about what that girl had said to me, and I almost cried again. I was ugly, and everyone knew that I was. Maybe if I was actually pretty, people would hate me less and actually want to get to know me.

I was allowed into the classroom not long after I had arrived, which was good, because the older girls didn't see me again. I sat down in my seat, and when everyone had arrived, the teacher said that she had to tell us something.

"We will be having a new seating plan today, class. Come up to the front of the classroom and find your name on this sheet, then sit down in your new seats." the teacher told everyone, placing a laminated piece of paper with a diagram on it onto the table.

The whole class ran up to the front of the class, excited to find out where their new seats would be. But I felt nothing but worry as I went to find out where I would be sitting. What if I had to sit with someone that would bully me every single lesson? What if I had to sit with Emily, and she asked me about Mica?

I finally looked at the new seating plan and found my name on it, and I felt sick when I saw who I had to sit next to. Lewis.

Lewis seemed just as upset about it too, as he started telling everyone about how much he didn't want to sit next to me as soon as he saw where his name was on the sheet. Then he turned to the teacher and complained to her too.

"Miss, why do I have to sit next to Victoria? She doesn't speak." he whined.

"You have to sit there." the teacher said firmly, then she went back to her desk and sat down.

I sat down in my new seat, and after a few minutes of arguing with the teacher, Lewis reluctantly sat himself down in the chair next to me. The teacher began the lesson, and I hoped that Lewis wouldn't say anything to me.

"Hey, Victoria!" he said, pulling a face at me.

I stared down at the desk, hoping he would leave me alone.

"Hello?" he said.

I still didn't answer him. I felt the familiar bad feeling in my stomach again, and I tried to concentrate on not panicking. Lewis kept pulling more faces at me, trying to get me to laugh, but I just felt like crying.

"Can you smile, Victoria?" Lewis asked me, staring at me.

I tried to ignore him, and I continued to look down, blocking out his voice. Then the teacher began the lesson.

"I'm going to come around the room with some cards now, and you have to work in groups of four to put them in order." she explained.

As she was coming around the room to give them out, she told everyone who they had to work with. She told Lewis and I that we had to work together, along with two girls sat in front of us. Then she placed a set of cards on our table, which were secured with an elastic band. Then she walked away, and I was left to work with them. The girls moved their chairs so that they were sat on the other side of the table, and Lewis removed the elastic band from the cards. He laid them out on the table, and I just sat and watched, knowing that I probably wouldn't be asked to help.

"Victoria can work on her own." Lewis said, and the rest of the group nodded in agreement.

I looked down at the table again. This happened most of the time. I was left to work on my own because people didn't want to work with me, and I didn't even have any cards of my own. I guessed it was my fault, though. Nobody really liked me, and working with the girl that doesn't talk probably isn't very interesting to them when they could be talking to their friends all lesson instead.

I had taken my book home with me, so I took it out of my bag and opened it. I wrote down the date and title, then I copied the words on the cards into my book in the order that I thought sounded right. Lewis and the two girls were still trying to sort the cards out, and I had finished before them. I looked at the clock, and it was only fifteen minutes into the lesson. Sighing, I picked up my pen again and tried to write some more about the information I had just written down.

At the end of the lesson, I stood behind my chair, waiting for the teacher to dismiss everyone. Lewis turned to me again, pulling another face.

"Victoria, can you say hello to me?" he said.

I still tried my best to ignore him, and I glanced up at the clock to check how long I would have to survive being made fun of by Lewis. There was a minute until the bell went. Luckily, Lewis started talking to the girls in front of us who had worked with him, and he didn't say anything else to me. I still felt horrible, though.

Then the bell rang for lunch, and I left the classroom, walking as fast as I could to the canteen.