cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 18

As I stormed back to my dorm, I bit my lip, chanting the same thing over and over in my head:

They aren't worth your tears They aren't worth your tears They aren't worth your tears

I knew I never should have even talked to Justin. I knew coming to college was just a bad idea. Why do I never listen to my conscious?!

I finally reached my dorm, and jammed my key into the rusty lock. I swung it open to see Lily and the Whore group in our room, giggling. Their heads snapped up, looking at me, and it went silent. Lily glared at me, and Tiffany just smirked smugly. Bitch.

"What do you want?" Lily snapped, sending me daggers with her eyes. I just shrugged it off. I was completely numb, their smide and rude remarks had no effect on me at the moment.

"I want to hang out in OUR dorm." I said, emphasizing the our part.

Lily stared at me for a moment, then turned her head, flipping me off. I rolled my eyes, and slowly slid past them, and sat on my bed. It was still silent. I slowly pulled my phone out of my pocket to see a new message on it.

From Lily. 10 seconds ago.

Lily;GTFO out of the dorm, no one here wants you. KYS.

I looked up from my screen at them, who were all watching me with smug expressions.

"KYS?" I questioned.

"Kill. Your. Self." Tiffany sqwuaked out in her annoying ass voice. I seriously debated lunging at her with my nails and ripping her throat out. Instead, I just looked away, not letting their words affect me. I looked up at them with wild eyes, slightly lost in this shitty life I was stuck in.

"What? Don't have enough balls to say it to my face? Pussy." I sneered at Lily, turning my back to her and getting my Mac Book Pro. I slid it out of its case, but dropped it back in shock. On the top of it, scribbled in sharpie and spray paint, was...well:

KYS

Hoe

Slut

Ooops, I'm a whore!

Fake bitch

Loser!

 I slowly opened it up to see the screen shattered, the keys ripped off, and several dents. I shoved it back in the case, and turned to the girls in my dorm. They all looked at me with fake innocent faces.

I slowly shifted my gaze down, staring at the floor.

"Aweee look, the bitch is speechless! You deserved it, you slut." Tiffany hissed at me, throwing a pillow at me. I looked up at her. My expression was blank, my thoughts were blank. Only my instincts were left. And they kicked in.

I lunged at Tiffany, surprising everyone. She let out a shriek as I tackled her to the floor, throwing several punches at her. I shifted my fist up into her nose, hearing a satisfactory crack. She screamed in pain as I threw more punches.

"You're the fucking liar! I did nothing!" I yelled, connecting my clenched fist to her jaw.

Someone from behind threw me off her, and my head colided with the floor. There were shouts everywhere, and I felt several feet smashing my rib cages as they all kicked me, shouting and laughing and yelling at me. I closed my eyes, embracing the pain that was being inflicted upon me. My body was numb anyway. I coughed out as they began to kick harder, yelling insults and profanity at me. Things were being thrown at me too. Tiffany, crawling over, began to throw punches at me. She was yelling and screaming, and I just sat there, feebly trying to escape the unbearable pain.

 The door to our dorm swung open suddenly, to see the most shocking thing of the day. There, stood Justin, Ryan, and...

The college faculities.

The girls all stopped instantly, and looked at them with horror on their faces. They pulled back their feet instantly, and stood frozen, unsure of what to do or say. Even Tiffany looked panicked, crawling off of me and standing up hastily. I slowly huddled into a the fetal position on my side, shaking slightly, my body finally easing from all the kicking. I clutched my sides, trying to stop the pain. I hurt everywhere. Moving slightly sent sears of unbearable pain through my chest. I took shallow breaths.

Justin looked once at the frozen scene, and everything clicked. He surged forward, shoving the girls out of his way as he reached me. He bent down, picking me up with ease,without breaking my position, and turned to the girls watching him, their mouths agape.

He looked at them for a moment, with the most deadly glare I had ever seen. He just shook his head once, turned and walked out the room. Ryan follow close behind, and so did one of faculity members. They were talking, almost urgently, but I couldn't understand them. I didn't even know where I was. I didn't want to know. I wanted to dissapear. I felt like I had no purpose anymore. All the life was being drained out of me, or so it felt. My eyes slowly began to droop, and my breath shallowed more. Everything seemed...blurry. Unclear. Like it was fading. 

Like I was fading.

My eyes fluttured open as I looked around. I was in an unfamiliar hospital room. I raised an eyebrow, peering around some more. My eyes met with an X-ray, and I examined it. It had a full body scan of me, showing a few cracked ribs, and about 2 to 3 broken ones. I flinched, looking down at my body. There was gauze wrapped around my chest. I gulped, and the heart moniter I didn't know was there, started to increase, beeping faster. 2 nurses rushed in, checking my pulse, one talking to me calmy, trying to soothe me.

"Calm down Ma'am! You're fine." She said, brushing my hand.

I squirmed around, panicking.

"Where am I? Who put me here? Where are my parents? Where are those girls? What happened? What's going on?!" I rushed out, sitting up suddenly. That wasn't the best idea. My ribs shot pain through my torso, and I let out a groan, falling back down on the bed. The ladies were talking quietly now, one of them pressing a button on a stand that was attatched to my nose. Liquid began to seep into my veins, and I began to see black spots, obscuring my vision.

"No..No.." I rasped. Blackness overcame again as I drifted off to sleep again.

 Bright lights beamed into my eyes, making me see red. My eyes fluttured open, and I looked around. I was in the same place as I was before, only...something was different. I sat up slowly, looking over. My heart stopped as I met the eyes of a familiar guy.

"Hey." Justin said, smiling, flashlight in hand.

I looked at him for a moment, sighed, and said, "Hey." 

"How are you?" He asked politely. I gave him a polite smile in return.

"I'm...better." I admitted, looking down at my hands. He clicked the flashlight off, and put it in his pocket.

"Well that is good." He said, looking away awkwardly. I bit my lip, looking up.

"Why?" I rasped out. He looked at me, puzzled.

"Why what?" He questioned politely. I looked at him for a moment, then back to my hands.

"Why did you help me?" I mumbled. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath, and I looked up, to see him looking at me.

"Because, Crystal." He said, his voice souding bitter. I flinched slightly at the sudden mood change.

"Because why? I was pissed at you, I still kind of am. Yet you come and rescue me from those bitchy girls. Why?" I pressed on, looking him in the eyes with a curious look.

"Because Crystal....I....." He stopped, looked at me to see if I was listening, and said to me, staring into my eyes, "I like you."