I Choose All of You

Chapter One

"Awhhh are you gonna cry? Cry then. See if I care," I heard that bitch's naggy voice from around the corner.

It was Nessa for sure.

"P-please stop! I'm sorry! Whatever it is I did I can fix it! Just please stop!"

I rounded the hallway corner, gripping tightly onto my book bag strap, these girls really don't know when to stop.

"Don't play dumb with me, whore. I know you wore that slutty top today just in hopes my boyfriend will notice you. Well guess what? He never will. No one will. Because you aren't as pretty as me. You're a nobody! So why don't you cry to someone who cares," Nessa shouted.

At this point there was a crowd forming. I could hear their whispers from around the hall. Students watching idly by, some too frozen to say something to the "Queen of Cedars High" and some just laughing along, thinking they are one of Nessa's chosen cronies. I have had enough of her shit. Thinking she just runs the place because her daddy is the biggest sponsor for this dumb school.

"Hey Nessa," I shouted, pushing past her favorite group of Chanel wearing purse dogs, "why don't you just leave Talia alone and fuck off before you break a nail or something." I shoved my way in between the now sobbing girl and the Paris Hilton wannabe.

"Oh?"

I watched as Nessa emptied Talia's bag onto the floor, seeing loose papers, tampons, and books fall to my feet. I glared up at her. Seriously? Nessa was beautiful, there was no denying it. Perfectly done up, every day, she acted as if the halls were her runway and everyone was there to see her show. Her cold blue eyes drove into mine, and my brown ones drove back at hers. Besides her flawless exterior, she was a dark hole of evil underneath.

"If you want to help the slut so much, then why don't you pick her stuff up," Nessa challenged. I won't fold. Not to her and not in front of everyone. Honestly, I don't even know Talia that well. She's the quiet girl in class, smart, small, cute, but not much besides that. Why am I even standing up for her right now? The crowd around us was starting to dense up, but of course no teachers or faculty were to be seen. No one is getting help? Or maybe no one wants to help. It disgusted me.

"Just go back to class, Nessa. I am sure your dumb boyfriend of yours won't find you very pretty with a black eye," I've never swung at anyone before, but today looks like a good day to start.

"You wouldn't dare," Nessa spat. She got inches from my face, "you and I both know you're not strong enough to actually do something like that."

That's it. I'm going to punch a bitch. My fists tightened and I could feel the air get stiff. Bullies like her really get on my nerves. "Nessa. Back off," I seethed through gritted teeth.

We glared at each other for what felt like minutes but in reality was probably seconds, and I watched her perfect, lovely composure come back, "Oh Sarah!" She gave her dazzling laugh and almost the entire atmosphere appeared to be given life again. She cocked her head at me and smiled, "You simply aren't worth my time. Have fun cleaning the mess Talia made."

With that she turned on her pink heels with a whip of her blonde hair, and her cronies followed. The hall seemed to disperse, as if let out from a trance. I noticed Talia at my feet, frantically shoving her things back into her bag.

"I'm sorry about them," I said in a low voice.

"I-it's fine. I swear I didn't-"

Talia's voice hitched and I could see she was about to cry again. God. Seeing her cry will make me cry too. "Don't worry about it," I picked up the last few of her books off the floor and placed it into her shaking hands, "She's just insecure. And look! The bell just rang so you'll still make it to class on time!" I smiled and tried sounding hopeful for her.