The Bad Boy is after me?!

9.) What is your problem? Nichole:

Ouuuu I'm back please tell me EVERYTHING about what you think about the story if I'm going off track please. Thanks loves!
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Riiip. I peal off the bandage from my back with some help from Dan, and grit my teeth as he rubs the antibacterial lotion on. Ya that bitch has made my life hell for past few days. "It's almost healed just a few more days and you can stop with the lotion and then you'll be good as new.." I smile meekly at Dan's attempt I make me feel better. What he doesn't know is that I bought some Scar Zone for the scaring to disappear.

"..Nicky? Are you listening?" I shake my head clear of thoughts and pay attention to what Dan is saying. "Uh sorry what did you say?" I sigh.
He chuckles,"Nothing.. Just... Are you going back today maybe?."

I tighten the grip on the sink and grit my teeth as he places another huge ass bandage on my back, "...I guess..."

I dress in dark skinnies with checkered vans, and my red Ohio State long sleeve. Collecting my books in my arms, not able to handle a heavy bag on my back, I head out and get in my truck. Flipping my hair to one side I place the key into the ignition and back out. Before I can pull out and drive to school some guy walks right into the way of my exit, forcing me to slam on my breaks. I honk after lowering my window and sticking my head out to glare at the kid. He jumps and rushes out of the way once he sees how close my truck is to him and my deadly glare.

Your so lucky I didn't run yo ass over when I had the chance..

I continue to glare before back out and calmly drive to school, very much at peace, feeling like a cloud.

Once I park and start heading into the school, I tighten my arms around my books hoping no one dares touch me. I hate when people touch me.

"HEY! Look who's back! Little Mrs.Scar" I look behind me to see Viper and Tasha smirking and snickering with their little bitches at their side. I roll my eyes, "Oh get a life."
I strife over to my locker and unlock my locker and put my afternoon books inside and slam it shut. I turn around to come face I face with Foxal making me jump backwards. Once my back touches the number thingy I cry out and crumble to the ground gritting to teeth gasping. "Hmm.. I look up with watery eyes, managing to pull off a glare, and stand up to punch Foxal. Before he can even blink my fist swings at his face. He grabs it a split second before it could do any damage. Lucky.

Yanking my hand out of his grasp I grab my books from the floor and strut off to class hoping to ignore the bagel.

School flies by and a few nice emo kids ask me about my back as I answer them just as nice. Smiling I leave the lunch room happy I didn't have to work out in athletics.

"Ugh why are you even trying, like your just a freshmen you aren't even important! Go die in a hole where you belong!" I rush around the corner and see Tasha, Viper and their stupid bimbos circled around someone but I can't see her I can only see her checkered vans. With writing on the sides.

My vision turns red and I drop my books my back all forgotten. They whip around when my books hit the floor, "I would suggest you leave this gal alone I mean bulling a girl for being smarter more important and prettier then you? That's low even for you and I've seen low."

Viper's head snaps up and she slowly turns around and smiles sickly at me.
"Well looky here...looks like someone didn't get enough did they?" She questions giving my freshmen a chance to escape; which she takes.

"Don't flatter yourself bitch, don't fucking test me." I glare. My hands clenching tighter into fists, almost unable to keep my self calm. I come a bit closer till we are a few feet away and I place one hand on my hip, the other rubs my mouth.
That's when I see my chance, she looks back at her little groupie and I stutter 2 steps my arm bent backwards, hand in a fist, and swing with my other arm out I front of me as if to block her from coming any closer. My fist comes in contact with her and we tumble to the floor me straddling her and I swing two more times, almost breaking her nose.

I get up and spit by her head and hastily walk over to my bags and pick em' up. Walking away I grumble some colorful words that my grandmother would faint if she heard, when a thought pops into my head.

Marching back I scream pointing out an accusing finger, "Fuck you and your fugly eyebrows! Learn how to put on make up! Your face isn't a coloring book you know!"

When I whip around I notice a group of cheerleaders watching, mouths wide open, their manicured nails over their painted mouths. Rolling my eyes I find the place I need to be and just dream of coming home.

•hours later•

"What's your problem?" A voice calls from behind me. I look back to see Foxal glaring at me.

What the fuck is this.

"What." I give a bored look and huff.
"What do you mean what? Why did you wreck up Viper's face?" I roll my eyes at his fake care, who cares about the cold-hearted bitch? Not me!
"She deserved it... wow I never thought I'd see the day when Foxal actually stands up for a side hoe!"I fake cheer as smile, clapping my hands together.
My smile drops and I climb into my truck.

Starting her up, there's a knock at the passenger window, tap tap tap. I roll my windows down and he opens his mouth to speak. What a pleasure.

"You never said as to wh-" I reverse out and almost run over his foot, glare and peal out watching him out of the rearview mirror with furrowed eyebrows. Smirking I pluck my sunglasses from my compartment on the roof and flip em on.

Let's hope he leaves me alone.

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