The Awkward One (Short Story)

"You don't want to be seen talking to me." She told him. "Why not?" He asked. "They don't like me very much." She replied. "And why is that? There's nothing wrong with you." The new boy smiled. "No, there isn't. I'm just a bit awkward."

Taylor is a fifteen year old girl at a rich California boarding school. Kids don't exactly like her, and she can't do anything about it. Gabriel is the new boy. He is instantly popular, and doesn't understand the rules that involve 'The Awkward One.'

When it comes down to it, who will Gabriel choose? Will he choose the populars, or Taylor?


3. Three

It's all my fault. It's all my fault. It's all my fucking fault.

It's my fault. I cry into my hands, and slide my back down the wall. I can't believe this. They're right. And this is why I can't be friends with Gabe. Nope. No way. I just cry and cry. There's someone banging on the door. "Who is it" I sob out. 


Gabriel's POV

"Taylor, please, it's Gabe. Open the door." I practically beg. After hearing that conversation, about Nicole, and the populars, I pretended to be sick and came here instead. I run a hand through my blonde curls, waiting for her to open the door. "I can't.." She faintly whispers. "Why not?"


Taylor's Pov

"J-just.. Go back to your dorm." I tell him as I start to hyperventilate. He says something else, but I'm not listening. I just sob into my knees, and soon I fall asleep.


My alarm goes off, waking me from my slumber. I get up and throw on a pair of jeans and a random t-shirt. I don't bother with my hair, just a simple braid. I apply some make up and grab my bag, heading to English. I somehow manage to get through it without falling asleep. I already know all of this. The bell rings, and I make my way to the music room.


"Taylor, what's up with you? You seem a little standoffish," Brandon catches me as I'm walking out. "Sorry, I've just been thinking a lot." I attempt to smile, and sprint out the door. "Hey, look, it's the fat cow! Taylor, can you moo for us? God, you bitch! Stop and face me!" A hand grabs my arm, and I'm pushed to the ground.

"Lay off, Max!" Gabe intervenes. "No, Gabriel!" I shout. "Stop! We're not friends! You don't need to help me!" I yell, getting up, and running back to my dorm room again, tears in my eyes. I slam the door, and run into the bathroom. I pull out a little 'friend' of mine. One cut won't hurt, right?


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