As I Fall

Three.

I wake to the lovely sound of someone pounding on the door.

"Skyler, if you don't wake the fuck up right now I'll come in there!" My dad says.

Instantly I shoot out of my bed and tell him that I'm up. I sigh in relief when I hear his footsteps retreating down the hallway.

I look at the clock and realize that it's already 7:40 and I have to get to school by 8:00. Crapcakes.

I throw my long brown hair into a messy bun and pull on a white shirt and some tight black skinny jeans. I put on my black jays and top the look of with my classic leather jacket and a pair of black raybans. I grab my phone and a bag that can fit any books I might need to take in it. I'm almost to the front door when dad roughly pulls me back by my wrist and delivers an uppercut to my lower jaw.

He glares down at me and shoves me into the door. "Next time I tell you to wake up you better answer me the first time. I had to waste my time yelling at you twice because you wouldn't get your lazy ass up."

I apologize and start heading to the door. He grabs my wrist again and I can tell that it will leave a bruise. Before I can even process what happened, I'm thrown against the entry wall, falling with a yelp. Dad kicks my leg, making me scream out in pain and wrap my arms around myself. "I'm driving to an old friend's house down in San Francisco. I won't be back for the next week and I expect you obey. If I hear from Jake that you did anything wrong, I will beat you 'till you can't see straight."

I nod and he reminds me that I have to take my car to the mechanics today after school, and that Jake will be picking me up for the rest of the week.

When I finally make it out to the garage and start up my car, I can feel that the area under my chin is already starting to bruise. I look down at my wrist and see that there are finger shaped gross marks wrapped around it. Well this is a great way to start my first day.

After following my GPS, I pull up to a giant school. It's HUGE. It's much bigger than the one I used to go to.

I pull into an empty parking spot right in front of the school. How convenient. I grab all my junk and start to get out of my baby when a beautiful MV Agusta F4 CC pulls in right next to me making me almost shit my pants.

I glare at the guys helmet and start yelling at him.

"What the fuck dude? Were you trying to run me over?! Did you not see that I was trying to get out of my car?"

By the time I finish my mini rant I look up and notice what looks like the whole school staring at us with scarred faces. There were even a few pity looks directed at me. By now the guy who tried to kill me has taken off his helmet. His piercing blue eyes sparkle with amusement and a smirk crosses his face.

"Skyler?" He questions.

"Ashton, you bastard! You almost ran me over. I could have died!" I shriek and push his shoulder back, but he doesn't budge.

"Calm down, babe. You're the one who stole my parking spot, and you're still alive, so it's fine."

He goes to lean against my car and I smack his hand away. "Back off, I'm mad at you."

"Feisty, I like it." I roll my eyes and choose to ignore him.

I turn around and walk away before he can even say anything else to me. I feel my eyes water at the sharp pains shooting through my leg, but I shake the pain away, not letting it show on my face. I should have grabbed some Ibuprofen. I continue to walk to the front doors and notice that everybody is still watching me. I can't help but hear glimses of what they are saying.