I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

29 - Mystery Number

"No Mom, I'll be ok," I say into the phone, attempting to sound faint, but not too faint. She's being her normal self and spazzing out.

"Seriously," I say, rolling my eyes. She's ranting. I open the fridge and start digging for the orange juice. I swear we had some... "Mom, Mom...No, you don't need to come home. I'm serious. I'm ok. I'm just gonna lie down on the couch with the heating pad and watch a movie or something. Yes, I'll get a bucket too. I promise. Yess, I have taken an aspirin Mother..."

Alright, now none of you judge me...

But I have faked sick and am now at home.

It seems like the most opposite thing that a nerd/geek would do right? Because I'm so bound to be smart and on track with my homework? Yea, well, I'm doing this in the name of self preservation. Because PugFace Flora Harkin wants to BREAK me (and smear my baby bitch blood on the floor), and I know that its probably best to not be in the school where she can get me!

I'd thought of the idea after I'd run into the girls' bathroom to get away from fucking moron Sebastian MacCrain.

UGH! That idiot really pisses me off. He chased me all the way down the hallway, screaming the fucking Jaws theme song. And he was doing it JUST to irritate me too! I know how fast he is (I have seen him chase down football players on the field, running like a bat outta hell!) and he was totally just half-assing it when he was chasing me!! I about died from an asthma attack (and I'm not sure if I have asthma, but it sure felt like an asthma attack!)!

After I'd gotten away from him and hid in the bathroom, I caught glimpse of myself in the mirror, looking like a mess. My hair seemed frizzier and messier, and I had had a sheen of sweat on my face. My glasses had been tilted. My face had been red from running. Then I thought about PugFace, most likely prowling around, awaiting her chance to mangle me, and my face had paled. And then the idea had popped into my head to fake sick and go home.

Cowardly? Maybe just a bit, but come on, if I had stayed at school any longer, I would have been mince meat!

So I'd jogged to my Lit class (which is upstairs and this helps to produce more sweat on my face), and then right before I'd entered the room I thought about Flora and what all she would do to me if she caught me. The look on Mr.Truman's face when I came in told me that I must have looked sick to my stomach.

I'd had to just barely mumble 'I puked' and he was shooing me from the room, scribbling out a hall pass for me so I could leave. Mr.Truman is a germaphobe, so no wonder. Then I just brought it too the office and was released to go home!

And so now I'm here, trying to calm my Mom down.

"...Mooom, I'm gonna be FINE. YES. Like I just said, like two seconds ago, I took an aspirin. I'm gonna lay down and watch a movie. Noo, I know I'm not stupid enough to eat fruit. Yes I know the answer. Because acidic fruits and sick tummies do not mix. There? Happy? Of course you aren't..."

Ah, there it is, good ol' orange juice. I shake the carton and its about half full. I'll finish it off and mom will never know I had it. She's telling me now to get a pony-tail to tie my hair back so I don't puke on it. I 'mm-hm' and 'yup' through the rest of her orders, casually getting my props (the bucket and heating pad) from the closet and setting them by the couch.

"...yup. Already laid them out. I'm lying down right now," I say as I walk back into the kitchen to look for that container of yogurt.

"What movie are you planning on watching?" She asks me.

Hm... "I don't know..."

"Well don't watch anything scary," Ha! We don't own a single thing that is even close to remotely scary.