Bullied.

Chapter 2- What the hell just happened

(I promise my story will get better as it goes on... Comment ideas AND VOTE AWAY)

Demi punched my face with every bit of strength she had. 

         "FUCK" I screamed holding my now bruised cheek in pain.

         "Thats what you get for lying to me." Demi chucked.

She pushed me into the wall making me slam my head into the cold concrete. 

         "Thats what you get for having to sit next to me in every class." I fell to the floor once again like the day before. Demi leaned down and lifted my chin up. "Awn you look so sad..."

Within a blink of an eye she kicked my stomach. 

Pain erupted all over my body. I scrunched up in a ball. 

         "Aaand that's what you get for being a fatass." She laughed while walking away. I let one tear fall but quickly wiped it away. 'Don't let your enemy see weakness' My old basketball coach always said. I always went by it. I pushed myself off the ground and brushed myself off. I was in one of the school hallways. At this point I don't even know what hallway I was in. School ended 20 minutes ago but of corse Demi backtracked me making me miss my bus.

         "Welp.... Looks like I gotta walk" I mumbled to myself while waddling out of the school. Each step I took an explosion of pain erupted all over my body. 

         "WAIT RACHEL!" Someone called behind me. I slowly turned around to see Mr. Rich. I groaned slightly not excited to see him. "So how di- whoa what happened?" He said looking at my cheek. I looked in his ocean filled eyes and grunted.

         "What do you think?" I said. He froze.

         "De-" I cut him off before he could finish.

        "Yep." The room area we were in went weirdly quiet.

        "I'm sorry." He softly said while looking into my hazel eyes. I nodded my head not wanted to speak to him anymore and started for the doors. "Oh and Rachel?" He said before I could leave. I spun around. "You look good today" He said while winking and walking out. I stared at the white wall across from the doors to the exit.... Ew.... No stop..... He was like 20.. I had a couple boyfriends in my life. I was always gay. I just didn't want to admit it. I was also always confident in my body. I was pretty skinny for my age (which was 17 by the way). I mostly wore leggings, a plain color shirt, and leather jackets. But this year I wanted to change it up. Today I was wearing leggings, an all white shirt, a red and black plaid flannel, and my black hair was tied up into a messy bun. I never really put on makeup. I liked my skin for the way it was. I loved my freckles. I also didn't really have any acne so I didn't see the point of wearing it.

         "Hey bitch" I snapped out of my thoughts and realized I was more than halfway home. Not to mention Demi was blocking my path. She had a cigarette in her mouth and was wearing a ton of black. Including black makeup.... But still she managed to look absolutely stunning.

         "H-H-hi" I stumbled. She pulled the cig out of her mouth and blew a cloud of smoke. I held my breath. Cigarets grossed me out. She then threw it on the ground, and crushed it with her foot. "Um.... So I'm gonna go home." I managed to spill. Demi started smirking.

         "Oh no you're not...." She growled. I backed away. Demi lunged at me. I covered my hands over my face waiting to feel pain.... Instead she braced me in her arms for a hug. It was a light hug though. I'm assuming she knew how much pain I was in from her beating the fuck out of me. "IM SORRY" She managed to say before sprinting away.

What the fuck.