Chapter 12

  I look at the people in the crowd. Most are laughing. Some are recording it but staying silent. And a couple just stand frozen in shock like me, but have empathy for me in their eyes.

"Every good pizza needs cheese." Clarissa cackles evilly.

  I try to dodge whatever the next substance is but can't really since I am still on the level directly underneath her and her helpers.

I feel a hot gooey liquid being drenched on top off my head adding to the rotten tomato sauce.

Tears well up in my eyes as I wipe the substance off of my eyes.

I immediately recognized the substance.

Melted cheese.

I hear the uninterrupted cackles of laughter from everyone.

Emma who was once frozen in shock grabs ahold of my hand.

"Jess! Jess!" She rushes out desperately.

She drags me away from the crowd and everyone's eyes follow us as we leave.

She brings me into a bathroom on the first floor away from everyone.

"Oh Jess..." She whispers tears welling up in her once perky eyes.

I collapse into her, breaking out into sobs.

   I cry and cry my eyes out for only a couple of minutes with her rubbing my tomato sauce, cheese covered back trying to soothe me, when suddenly the door bursts open.

Strong arms wrap around me soothingly.

It's Spencer.

  He's looking at me like I'm the most important thing on his mind, and he just wants to make my pain fade away. 

"Shh, shh, kitten it's okay. You're okay."

I choke out a sob.

"Let's get you cleaned up a bit, then we can leave this hellhole okay?" Spencer says softly looking me in the eyes with worry.

I slightly nod my head.

  Him and Emma both carefully try to get the mess off of me. Emma dabs at the dress, it wasn't fully ruined but still covered in tomato sauce and melted cheese. Spencer on the other hand, tries to get it off of my face, hands and hair.

Spencer slowly wipes the mixed substances away and off my face with a wet cloth.

  After about twenty minutes the worst is gone. I still reek though, my hair is sticky, and the dress is extremely stained.

Emma and Spencer are in a heated whispering match, well I sit on the toilet staring off into space.

  I bet this will be all over the Internet and social media by now. At least 30 people were recording it so they are bond to have already posted it somewhere or everywhere. I will forever be know as the pizza girl, and I thought being the new girl was bad.

   Clarissa somehow despises me, even though all I did was spike a ball in her face. She's lucky it wasn't a basketball. I have a feeling that this isn't just about that in incident though. It's something more. Maybe she feels threatened by me. Maybe I have been taking her spotlight away lately. After all she is the popular, queen bee of the school. Possibly Clarissa wants all the attention to herself. Or another possibility is she just hated me from the beginning.

    This kind of humiliation, revenge act she pulled tonight was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. The only other time was when I was five and I peed my pants on the carpet in kindergarten, and the mat was white so everyone saw. Oh, another time was when I was eleven and wearing my favourite white root sweatpants to school and I had my period. Everyone witnessed that beautiful yet disgusting moment of my life. Oh and another time- oh, you get the point. I've had many humiliating moments in my life but this has to be one of the all time worst.

I suddenly snap out of my daydreaming to see Emma and Spencer still whispering.

"I'm bringing her back to my house! She needs comfort! Jess shouldn't have to deal with this alone!" Spencer half whispers, half shouts.

"No! I can comfort her! I came with her anyways, Jess was also my ride here." Emma snaps.

"Parker can give you a ride home. There, problem solved." Spencer replies. "Come on let's go kitten." He adds softly looking at me, reaching out his hand for me to take.

  I slowly and gently get up and grab Spencer's hand. Even in my current state of 'frailness', I can feel tingles racing up my whole body from just this one touch.  His hand is strong and huge compared to mine, yet it is still warm, gentle, and soft.

  I perceive everyone's eyes watching me even though I'm looking straight at the floor. How I manage to make my way through the crowd while looking at the floor the whole time, I don't know how. But I think Spencer gently guiding me through was a big part of it.

Unexpectedly Spencer freezes. 

I look up from the ground to glance at him.

Spencer is glaring at the culprit. With hatred filling his once bright forest green eyes too.

"Now Jess, leaving so suddenly. But the party just started." Clarissa purrs and even though my eyes are on Spencer I detect her Cheshire Cat grin.

I force my eyes to not look at her.

I don't respond to her but Spencer does.

"Listen, Bitch! You have no right in hell to do anything to her! You also had no right to have you're little 'entertainment show' on her! Don't you dare even talk to her!" He growls fiercely at her.

I finally glance at Clarissa. Let me tell you this, she even seemed scared of him.

"Aw, Jess what did you do to get Spencer Gold to become you're little lap dog? Pay him? Beg him? Dare I say it sleep with him?" She purrs out quietly but sassily.

Spencer growls at her and opens his mouth shout at her, but I immediately stop him.

I stand on my tippy toes and whisper into his ear. "She's not worth it Spence. Let's just go."

It instantly calms him down and prevents him from attacking Clarissa.

He follows me as we walk out the front door, complete ignoring her last statement.

I can't help but think about what she said.

Is that really what people think? That I begged him to be somewhat friends with me? That I slept with him?

"I'm driving you in your car." He murmurs. Parker must have drove him here then.

Not so surely I hand him my keys.

I cautiously get into the passenger seat, praying I don't stain it with the sticky substance I'm currently covered in.

"Why didn't you fight back, with Clarissa?" Spencer randomly blurts out as we drive away from the terrifying yet gorgeous, mansion of Clarissa Simmons.

I give out a light sigh. "Should you ever find yourself a victim of another people's bitterness, jealousy, lies, and insecurities.... Don't be mad. Remember things could be worse. You could be them." I quote from an anonymous wise person.

He groans at my quote. "Why do you have to always see the best in people. Some people don't deserve it."

"I saw the good in you." I exclaim giving him a look. "I wasn't afraid of you like everyone else is. I decided to look at the possibilities, and I was correct. You do have good in you. Everyone does, even Clarissa and I intend to find it. I also intend to find out why she did what she did to me." I declare and turn to look out the window, ending the conversation.

  We both stay silent for the rest of the short drive to his house. It's surprising a comfortable silence and not at all awkward.

    Spencer parks my car in my driveway yet we go into his house.

   Sure I don't care at all that I'm staying at you're house even though I'm perfectly fine on my own. Sarcasm used.

He walks upstairs and I follow him.

  I've never been upstairs here before. The only time I've been here was to pick Lily' up and we only went straight from the front door to downstairs.

  We walk down the hallway and Spencer enters his room. Oh my gosh, I'm going into Spencer Gold's bedroom. Okay I don't sound like a creepy fangirl at all.

I shake my head, snapping me out of my thoughts.

He peaks his back out the hallway where I stand frozen at the doorway.

"You coming?" Spencer questions.

I nod my head in reply instantly and walk on in.

  His room is extremely clean except for his desk that he has. Spencer's room is painted a dark blue colour, so dark it's almost black. There's a bathroom attached to his room, like mine. Spencer's house sure is like mine. There is a huge bookshelf directly in front of the bed to the right when you walk in. It's full of books. I immediately walk over to it.

"You read?" I ask in disbelief.

Spencer scoffs. "What I'm not allowed? I don't just do illegal things like you expect me to."

I pick up one of the books that appeals to me. "I've never read the I am number four series. Is it good?" I inquire as I read the summary on the back of the book.

"Yea, I mean it's pretty violent and there is a lot of fighting. It's pretty thrilling." Spencer exclaims. "I'm not so sure you would like it then." He adds looking at the other books.

I scoff at that. "What you don't think I'm violent?"

"I don't think it's a good thing to be. And to answer you're question, no you're not at all violent. There is a reason I call you kitten." Spencer replies with a small smirk.

"Whatever." I respond, starting to read the first page of the I am number four series.

"Anyways, if you want to read the series you can borrow it if you want." He suggests, changing the violent topic somewhat.

My eyes go wide. "Really? Are you sure? I can finish the series in about two weeks at the most, if that's too long then-" I ramble on grinning, but Spencer cuts me off before I embarrass myself even more.

"I'm sure, it's fine." He says brushing it off.

"Thanks so much!" I say still grinning.

"You should go have a shower. No offence, but you stink." Spencer says. He goes over to his dresser and pulls open a drawer.

Spencer tosses something to me. I immediately catch it.

"Sorry if their big. That's the smallest clothes I have." He exclaims looking at me. "You can use that bathroom there. I'll be downstairs." Spencer claimed as he walked out of his room, leaving me to myself.

With that I go into the bathroom that is attached to his room.

  I have a very long shower, trying to get the tomato sauce and melted cheese completely off of me. To bad I didn't was away the humiliation of tonight with it.

I come out of the shower at least thirty minutes later.

  I wrap myself in a fluffy towel. The I examine the clothes Spencer lent me. A huge soccer jersey. I love jerseys, how did he know. Well Jess, you wear them like everyday. With the shirt is some baggy soccer shorts.

  I put on the comfy outfit and try to adjust it. Both of the items of clothing are at least 3 sizes too big for me. Luckily I can tighten the shorts with the band around them. The shirt I can easily just tuck in like a actual soccer match. Any person I would see at this time would instantly think I'm about to play a soccer game, not to go sleep. 

I now try to comb my knotted, soaked hair, with my fingers.

Giving up I just put it in a high messy ponytail.

I stare at myself in the mirror.

Remembering when I thought that tonight I didn't look like a pathetic broken-down girl, I looked fierce. Well, did that change. Now I look like that petrified orphan who gets bullied again. I looked half-dead. I thought this town was going to be different. I thought that the bullying would stop, since no one knew about my parents and my life. But they bullied me not because of that.

Suddenly I remember that I had my phone with me. Emma told me to put it inside my dress, since there's a secret pocket inside it. The reason I'm checking my phone is because when I was being the entertainment of the party, people were recording it.

I fumble with the dress that's beside and search for it. I find it.

Straightaway I go onto my social media apps. I first check Instagram. Sure enough the video is there. They go only 15 seconds of it since that is the max time of how long of a video can be posted. But yet they got the whole video somehow. They fast forwarded it so that it shows be getting both the rotten tomato sauce and melt cheese being dumped on me.

I put my hand on my mouth to hold back the sob. Don't cry Jess, don't be weak. You're stronger then they are.

I continue to scroll through Instagram, not wanting to even peak at the comments on the video. I see more posts of video.

A stray tear rolls down my face as I finally look at the comments.

Ew. She is so ugly. She looks better as a pizza.

That girl is so fat. No wonder she loves pizza so much.

Jessica Michaels is a bitch. She totally deserves this.

You're amazing Clarissa. Nice payback.

That girl's a slut. Thank you for putting her in her place.

The comments go on and on.

I shut off my phone and the tears start pouring.

This is actually extremely alike back in Georgia.

Abruptly there's a knock on the bathroom door. A gentle one.

"Kitten, everything okay in there?" Spencer asks through the door.

I stay silent for a few seconds, wiping the tears from my face so he won't question me.

"Um, yea. I just had to have a really long shower, to get the stench off of me." I exclaim masking up my croaking, crying voice.

"Okay." He replies through the door, still unsure.

"I'll be out in a minute."

"Sure, I'll be downstairs." He says and I hear him walk away.

I grab the only to things I have with me here. My tomato, melted cheese drenched dress, and my phone.

I walk out of the bathroom into Spencer's room. I put those to things on the floor in the corner.

Then I head downstairs.

I find Spencer sprawled out on the couch on his phone and watching some random tv show.

I peek from behind the couch.

"Flappy bird, really? That game is so old." I state giggling.

He practically jumped two feet into the air. Oops, don't sneak up on him.

"What the hell? You scared the crap out of me!" He hisses sighing.

I plop down on the couch beside him. "Sorry." I give him a sheepish grin. "But seriously, who still plays flappy bird."

Spencer gives me a semi-serious glare. "I do, obviously. And for you're information I'm very good at it." He adds cockily.

"Oh really. I bet I'm better." I state giving him a serious look.

"Okay. Let's see who's better." Spencer exclaims. "If I win you cater to my every command for a week." He adds smirking.

I scoff. "And if I win, which I will, you have to cater to my every command for a week."  Add the smirk, although I don't have a very good smirk.

"Deal."

"Deal."

And we shake hands.

"Okay so we each get two turns and the winner will be the person who has the bigger total of both games." Spencer suggests.

"Okay, I'll go first." I exclaim agreeing.

He hands me his slick black iPhone 6.

First time I get 43. Not that bad I may say. I look over to Spencer. He seems unimpressed.

Second time I get 21. Not so fantastic.

"What!" I screech at the phone.

"Hey! Don't get angry at my phone. It's not it's fault you suck." Spencer says giving his signature smirk.

I stick my tongue out at him in reply.

"My turn." Spencer states slyly.

I push the stupid phone into his hand.

First time Spencer gets 88. Wait, then he already wins. No, no, no.

My jaw drops. "You cheated!" I accuse pointing my finger a him. I am so not going to be his slave for the next week.

"Nope." Spencer comments. "Here I'll show you again, after all I do get another turn. Even though I did already win." Still smirking.

Oh, how I would love to smash that stupid smirk off his face.

His second turn I watch like a hawk.

86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93. He dies at 93.

I stare at the screen in complete shock.

I have to be Spencer Gold's personal maid for a full week. Oh crap.

It's going to be almost as bad as the pizza girl incident.

And it's all because of that idiotic game, Flappy Bird.

I really hate Flappy Bird.