What Are The Odds? (Kellin Quinn Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen

Once music was over I went back to being a ghost again. It was weird though...pretty much all day my closest friends have been smiling widely and whispering things amongst themselves. I don't really care, its my own fault for missing out. I don't feel left out at all, seeing as I'm not really feeling IN in the first place. I'm more just sitting on the edge of the glass box that my friends are in. Trying to stay with them but at the same time..restricting myself from them so I don't hurt or depress them.

Break time was alright I guess. I spent it by myself because all of my closest friends how to go off with Mr Quinn to do something. Being alone is probably the best thing for me. That way nobody gets offended by my silence, nobody gets hurt by me walking away, nobody thinks of me badly because nobody knows me. Its the best way for surviving, if that's what I'm doing. It doesn't really feel like living. Its more just...waiting for death I guess.

I'm just walking on the school field on my own when one of the girls on Theo's side walks over to me. I try to walk around her but she just stands in front of me.
"Hey bitch, I wanna talk to you." She hisses.
I look up at her "About what?" I mumble.
She snickers "Y'know, you deserve everything you're getting now. Absolutely all of it. Theo is balls deep in trouble because of you, all of your friends would rather hang out with A TEACHER than your sorry ass. How's your mum?" She sneers.
I resist the urge to breakdown "Why don't you go to the cemetery and ask!?!"
She gasps "Oh dear! Did your own mummy get sick of you? Poor little Heather. All alone. But guess what bitch? You deserve it!" She laughs evilly and I push past her, running towards the girls toilets. Tears fill my eyes as I find the toilets. They spill over as I lock the cubicle.

Now I keep a compass in my school uniform pocket, in case things get too much to handle. Which in this case they have. I sit with my back against the cubicle door and start cutting. She's right. I do deserve all of this. I'm a disgrace. I'm disgusting, look at me. Even my own friends ditched me for a teacher. Suddenly somebody comes barging into the previously empty toilets.

"HEATHER??? ARE YOU IN HERE!?!?!" Miss Small asks worriedly, I don't respond. "Listen, I heard some girls talking and laughing about what just happened to you. I'm so sorry Heather. All of those girls are in detention now. Please, come out!" She practically begs. I stand up slowly and unlock my cubicle door. I pull down my sleeves. When Miss Small sees me she pulls me in for a hug. "Thank god you're OK!" She pulls away to look at me. Because I hugged her back, some blood went on her black skirt. When she notices this she gasps. "Heather, wha-" she lifts up my sleeve and her eyes fill with tears "Why Heather?" She whispers.
Fresh tears roll down my face "I believe what the girls said to me was true. I deserve all of this. Every punch, every kick, I deserve them all. I'm a disgrace. Even my friends left me for a teacher!"
Miss Small hugs me again "That's not true! Nobody deserves what you're getting, especially not you. You are NOT a disgrace. Your friends didn't leave you, they're doing something for you with Mr Quinn!"
I nod "I guess you're right."
Miss Small smiles "Now let's get you cleaned up shall we?"
I nod and give her a weak half smile. She pulls me over to the sinks and washes my wounds, I hiss in pain. She bandages them up and I pull my sleeve down, nobody will notice. The blood on her skirt is barely noticeable because her skirt is black. Just as I start walking out of the toilets, the bell goes. Letting me know I have 2 more hours before I see this so called "amazing surprise" Mr Quinn has planned.