sun and moon ~ a hemma fan fiction

when i get home, you're so dead ~ mayday parade

ellie came round to my house because i hadn't been answering my phone, because well obviously i couldn't - it was at hugh's house.

i explained everything that had happened, ellie hugged me and and we just cried together for hours while watching walking on sunshine and eating ben and jerry's ice cream. she offered to get my phone for me the next day so i wouldn't have to face him again.

- the next day -
ellie went over to his house and got my phone back, when i unlocked my phone, my stomach felt like it was gonna fall out of my butt.

all of my ugly and embarrassing pictures and videos had been sent to random numbers, assuming these numbers belong to hugh's friends or the entire school, my life was ruined. i buried my head in my hands and groaned. i was gonna get a lot of shit thrown at me soon.

- monday at school -

'hey brace face!'
'mama june over here!'
'pimple princess!'

and so it began

'can i talk to you?' i stormed over to lucifer himself and dragged him by the ear to the corner of the english classroom
'owowow!'
'first week of school and you're already trying to ruin my life huh? who the fuck do you think you are?'
'it's your fault, you shouldn't have left your phone at my house.' he smirked like the fuck boy he is.
'is everything my fault? that night and forgetting my phone, i can't win with you can i?'
'i'm afraid not pumpkin' he leant on the wall beside us
'no, i refuse to let you call me pumpkin'
'really? i think i like the name pumpkin.'
'fuck off, would you? thanks'
it took all the strength i had not to slap a bitch, but i somehow managed not to.

i sashayed away, showing him who's queen. although it was hard seeing as people kept throwing disgusting looks at me.

pumpkin? pumpkin? i threw up in my mouth a little bit just thinking about the nickname, he thinks that just because all the girls want him, i do too? yeah right, good luck with that. what gives him the right to play girls like that? he's fucked just about every girl in our school, ellie, eleanor and kate think he's a total dickwad and lily isn't into dudes but besides that she still thought he was a douche-nozzle.

i ran to the nearest bathroom and considered flushing myself down the toilet so i could live with all the slugs and rats like in flushed away, no repulsive, elvin- like, quiff-haired boys named hugh there to ruin my life. i then decided not to as it probably wouldn't work and i would've ended up with a pile of wet hair on my head.

i then thought to myself why do i care so much? why do i care what he says or thinks of me?
why should it matter to me?
he shouldn't mean anything to me,

but he does.