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What am I to you- Norah Jones

My life is a never-ending playlist of every relatable song ever known to mankind.

Music is life, life is music. I simply can't function without it.

It's almost like my little escape from everything. until it's not.

While I'm completely engrossed in my music, I collide with something, something hoeish and annoying.

I find myself looking up at her from the ground.

Her being Stephani Collins.

The biggest and fairly well-known slut at our school. Although I must give it to her, if she wasn't such a bitch on the inside, she could be approachable.

She was your typical stuck-up blondie with a perfectly symmetrical face and layers in her hair that frame everything just right. She was slim with amazing curves that any girl would kill to have. Including me sometimes which I hate to admit. What can I say, she's almost perfect. But did I mention she was a total bitch?

"Could you maybe watch where you're going next time?"

I don't know could you maybe watch where you swing your tits around next time?

Whatever this isn't worth my time. I get up off the ground and start heading towards my locker after rolling my eyes at little miss perfect.

"You know you can shut the world out with that shit music of yours, but that doesn't mean people don't take notice to how pathetic you actually are."

Oh naw I know this hoe didn't just bring up my music.

I spin around on my heels to face her

"The only pathetic thing about me is the fact that I haven't beat the shit out of you yet."

And with that I quickly took off down the hall, leaving Stephani with her jaw practically on the floor.

To be honest I felt the same way, never in my three years of high school had I spoken a word back to Collins, I just kind of just let her bully the hell outta me. Because honestly, I didn't care.

But that, that felt good.

I put my headphones back on, Norah jones blasting today.

Shes not my favorite but my grandma put me onto Norah so I kind of value her.

I turn the corner ready to get my books out of my locker, ugh it's finally the end of the week, which means I have exactly two whole days to do absolutely nothing!

I'm not really the type for having friends and keeping them. I've just kind of always been like that, I guess.

Sometimes the isolation consumes me. But then again, the loneliness gives me room to think so I don't really mind it.

And then I see him. I thought I was going to trip over my own two feet.

He was just there, leaning against my locker looking down at his phone.

Justin. Justin Lyons. One of the three hottest guys at our school.

Although to me he's much prettier than the other two, even though certain people like "Stephani Collins" would quickly disagree with me. Most had the hots for Stephen Brooks, the head of the famous playboy trouple.

Stephen was your typical jock.

Tall brunette, flashy smile, insanely muscular, and way to entitled with his cocky attitude. That man goes through more girls than imaginable. He could tell one to come over one second then look her best friend in the eye and give her his number right in front of her face just because he can. He's a total ass but of course he had to be good looking.