Betrayed By Everyone, Loved By Four
Betrayed By Everyone Loved by Four Chapter 3

The next two weeks went by totally smooth. Just like I planned. There was only one more incident with my locker. This time someone wrote 'Happy Birthday Fat Whore', on my birthday, which is today. It's Friday and my locker was the first thing I saw this morning. I rolled my eyes when I saw it and pulled out a white eraser sharpie I had bought. I wrote 'Thanks A Ton!' back and then did not report it. What was the point?

Honestly, I was feeling good. Words are words. It was the actions and words from the two people I loved that hurt the most. Since I didn't love them anymore I was feeling less affected. And I have no idea who is even leaving these little love notes for me. After I grabbed my stuff I headed to my first class and took the same seat I had since the first day.

Mr. Douglas was sitting behind his desk staring down at some papers in front of him. He has grown to be one of my favorite teachers. Mr. Douglas even gave me some topics to choose from for my essay. He told me to take my time since I have a few months until it's due. Something about kids being too impatient and things never come out good when you rush.

"Good morning Mr. Douglas." I said cheerfully.

"Good morning Millie and happy birthday." He told me.

I beamed at him. "Thanks."

"Teachers pet." Mumbled a female voice.

Why is she so early to class?

Mr. Douglas frowned but I gave him a reassuring smile. Thankfully, he let it go and I took my seat. Mr. Douglas said that he had to grab something from the teachers lounge and would be right back. That was when Milinda decided to change her normal seat and sit next to me.

"Heard it was your birthday today whore." She said and I ignored her. "Oof, should I have said fat whore?" She asked with a giggle.

I turned my head to her. Milinda's platinum blonde hair is pulled back into a high ponytail that hung straight down her back. Black winged eyeliner adorned her blue eyes. She's in her cheerleading uniform since there is a game tonight.

"Was that you that left me that lovely message on my locker?" I asked her sweetly.

Milinda seemed taken aback for a moment. Afterall, I never gave them sass back before. I would always cry or run away. This year I would not be so weak. They want a fight, a fight they'll get.

"Lovely huh? Being called fat isn't what I would call lovely." She said.

I only shrugged at her and turned back to my notebook.

"So, not sure if you heard but James and I are dating now." She told me.

"Congratulations." I mumbled without looking at her.

"Thanks. I just wanted to let you know so there were no hard feelings between us." She said sounding bored.

I snorted as I continued to write. "Believe me, there are hard feelings between us Milinda." Then I looked up to meet her blue eyes. "But it has nothing to do with James. I hope you guys are happy together, truly." Then I sat back in my chair. "Although, it does make me question what kind of friend you are." I said as I scrutinized her with my gaze.

Milinda's face turned into a sneer. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I doubt that Vanessa is pleased with your new boyfriend." I stated.

Milinda rolled her eyes. "Because you didn't do that same thing." She accused. I didn't but okay.

"And look what happened to me." I said and then smiled when her face paled.

Before Milinda could say anything else Mr. Douglas was back and started class. Milinda was forced to sit in the seat she moved to for the rest of class. I had zero problem paying attention but it was clear that the cheerleader was struggling. She had tried to pass me notes several times and everytime I tossed them into the trash can that was right in front of me.

I would like to say that it didn't satisfy me to make Milinda squirm, but it does. It really really does. Though I would not keep it up. I'm not a bully like they are. I wouldn't of even said anything had Milinda left me alone. So, when the bell rang and the cheerleader tried to stop and talk to me, I ignored her and rushed to my next class.

"Happy birthday Millie!" Mrs. Gibbson practically shouted when I walked through the door.

I looked up to two birthday balloons and a cute little teddy bear sitting on my usual spot. A wide grin spread across my face when I saw it. I walked over to the gifts and snuggled the teddy bear.

"Thank you so much, this was very sweet of you." I told Mrs. Gibbson and gave her a quick hug.

"Do you want to pop the balloons before anyone gets here?" She asked and I gave her a strange look.

"Why would I want to do that?" I asked her.

Mrs. Gibbson gave me a small shrug. "I know how cruel teenagers can be. I didn't want anyone teasing you." She said.

I gave her a bored look. "You saw my locker this morning I take it?" I asked her as I sat down on the stool.

"I talked to the janitor about removing it and then the principal." She told me.

I pulled my book out from my backpack and set it on my desk.

"And how did that go for you?" I asked her.

Mrs. Gibbson huffed in annoyance. "Does he even care? When I told him about it he didn't seem the least bit interested." She told me.

I nodded. Principal Melrose is James's grandfather. Not one time did he care about the bullying. I didn't tell my parents or complain directly to him so he brushed everything off. Caleb calls him useless and I agree. There was really no point in seeking out his help. "He's probably just used to it." I said.

"That doesn't make it right Millie." Mrs. Gibbson said.

I looked up from my book to see her angry expression.

"Well, one thing it did was make me stronger." I said and then looked back to my notebook. "I couldn't care less if any of these kids make fun of me for the gifts. It makes me happy that you remembered and I am thankful for that." I told her with a bright smile. I meant it too. What would they say that they haven't already? Besides, maybe they should just get a life. It's two balloons and a teddy bear, is it really that big of a deal? No, it's not.

"It won't hurt my feelings if you want to hide them." She said quieter as the first few students came strolling in and looking in our direction.

"No thank you." I whispered back.

Thankfully Mrs. Gibbson let it go after that. A few kids did make remarks about being a teachers pet but I ignored them. Mrs. Gibbson managed to hold her tongue at the other students and I was thankful. A couple of the students even offered me a polite happy birthday. See, things are already better than last year. I wasn't holding out hope that I would have friends but at least people were being decent.

By lunch time my locker was completely forgotten about. By me anyways. Caleb was still fuming over it. We are sitting outside under the tree that I love, eating our gross cardboard pizza.

"Will you stop sulking already?" I whined out in irritation. "It happened to me and I'm not even as upset as you are." I told him.

"It doesn't piss you off in the slightest? The shit they said about you isn't even true. So what you gave your virginity to a total asshat? And your best friend had betrayed you in the worst way? Wasn't that enough? Can't they leave you alone?" He rambled out in an angry voice.

I blinked at him. "Were you purposely trying to bring it up?" I asked him with a shake of my head.

"Sorry." He mumbled. "But doesn't it piss you off?" He asked again.

I shrugged as I bit into my greasy pizza. "I think I skipped over being mad. I spent too much time crying over everything last year. I want this year to be different. Even if they keep up their bullshit, I want to ignore it. I want to have a good senior year, well, the best I can have anyways." I said.

Caleb smiled at me. "I envy your ability to not care." He said while shaking his head.

I smiled brightly. "So tell me, how is football going?" I asked him. "Big game tonight."

"Yeah, my first game on varsity." He said with a slightly nervous tone.

I patted his leg. "You'll kick ass out there. You're too good not to." I said reassuringly.

Caleb nodded and gave me an arogant smile. "You're right. I am good. Hella good." He said.

I laughed. "That's right." I said amused.

"There's this new guy on the team now. It's a bit annoying. I'm not sure I'll even get to play because of him." Caleb told me.

I frowned. "What makes you say that? I didn't even know there was anyone new here." I asked.

Caleb shrugged. "He hasn't started yet. They just arrived a couple of days ago. He's going to be starting Monday, but... He's a senior and apparently really good. I mean... At practice he's dumb good." Caleb told me.

I patted his shoulder. "I think you'll get the chance to play still." I told him.

"I hope so." He said. "So, are you going to come out tonight?" He asked me.

"Do you want me to?" I asked.

Caleb gave me a shy smile and rubbed the back of his neck. "Mom and Dad are coming. I would like it if you came to see my first game but you don't have to. I understand if you don't want to be there." He rushed out.

James is the quarter back. And the cheerlearders hate me. My ex best friend is the captian of the cheer team. I haven't been to a football game since everything happened. But, new year, new me.

"Oh, I'm coming." I said confidently.

No more hiding for me.

The rest of the day wasn't as smooth as my start though. Apparently James is in my AP history class. I don't think he was there before but I'm not sure I guess. It's not like I seek him out or that I even look around the classrooms anyways. Nobody here was new and nobody was my friend. So, when James sat down next to me I was a bit shocked. At first I ignored him but I could feel his eyes on me.

"Happy birthday Millie Bear." He said and my body went rigid.

"Fuck off James." I said without looking up from my notebook.

"Awhh, is that any way to talk to someone who bought you a present?" He asked.

A present?

I looked up at him confused. He smiled at me and held up a rectangular velvet box. I stared down at it as he held it out to me, and then raised a brow at him.

"It's a braclet. I got it as an apology." James said with a hopeful smile. His dark brown hair is hanging in his light brown eyes.

"Oh James." I said sweetly and his smile grew. "You can take your apology present and shove it up your a*s." I said while keeping the sweetness in my tone. James frowned. "Come on Mil, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?" He asked.

I gave him an incredulous look. Forgive him? What does he have to do? The audacity. He hasn't even said sorry and I'm supposed to accept an apology? Is he serious? "Ya know what James? I forgive you." I said and then turned back to my notebook.

I don't have the time or patience for this. It's better to just ignore him. Besides, I deserve to forgive him. So, he's forgiven. Now we both can move on I guess. "Great! So, I'll pick you up after the game tonight?" He asked.

"Mhmm." I hummed. Wait, what? "Wait, no." I said as I looked up at him. "Just because I forgave you does not mean I'm going out with you." I told him almost laughing. "Why not? We were good together, and you know you've always been my good luck charm." He said with a sweet smile.

I gagged. Literally. James looked unpleased.

"Gross. I just ate lunch so if you could go easy on me so I don't have to taste it coming back up that would be great." I said.

"Don't be a bitch Millie. I'm trying to be nice." James gritted out.

I looked up at him with raised eyebrows. "Ya know who would love for you to be nice to them?" I asked and he just stared at me. "Literally anybody but me. Especially Milinda. I hear you're dating her now." I told him as I returned back to my notebook.

If James was going to say anything else I wouldn't know because the bell rang and the teacher came into the classroom. The class seemed to drag on and on. When the bell finally rang I practically booked it out of there. I could hear James calling after me but I ignored him.