Who Says I Need You Back?(Demi Lovato)

Chapter 1: Izzie Jonas-Lovato

Izzie's POV

I groaned as my dad threw the covers off of my head.

"Izzie, get up! It's time for school," Dad called cheerfully.

I pulled the covers back over my head.

"Get out of my room. I'm not going to school today," I replied, my voice heavy with sleep.

Dad chuckled and threw the covers on the floor.

"Get your lazy butt out of bed and into that bathroom right now."

I yawned and slowly sat up in my bed. I threw my pillow at his face, which he expertly caught, smirking in the process.

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When I was ready, I grabbed an apple and jumped into the car.

"Hey, champ, thats not too big of a breakfast," Dad commented.

I laughed it off anxiously. "Yeah, I'm getting breakfast at school.

Dad nodded and began driving towards school. I inwardly cried, great another day at that hell hole. When we arrived at school, I waved goodbye to my dad and walked into school, tossing the apple into the trashcan as soon as I was out of sight. I sighed as I saw Amanda Gerbert and her clique coming my way. Geez and people thought Regina George was bad.

"Hey, loser," Amanda snorted.

"Good morning to you too," I retorted.

Amanda shoved against me, making me drop all my books. "Oops, sorry you're such a klutz, bitch."

"I think we all know who the real bitch is," I snorted back, "and I guess all your 'friends' forgot to tell you you have something in your teeth."

Amanda pulled out a mirror from her makeup pouch and looked at her teeth, gasping in shock. Amanda shrieked, glaring at me as if I had gotten that piece of food stuck in her teeth.

"You fucking bitch, no wonder your mom left you," Amanda sneered. She pushed me against the locker.

My heart grew cold as she spat her words out. No one talked about my mom. Ever. She splashed her grape juice into my face, and it seeped down my face, staining my white shirt and grey cardigan. I jumped on her, pulling her hair and throwing in a few punches here and there. Amanda's guy friends pulled me off of her as quickly as I had jumped on her. They shoved me to the ground, and I lay splayed out as they kicked me in the stomach. I covered my face with my arms, wincing in pain. Amanda walked up to me and stooped down. She slapped my face as I stared into her eyes, my eyes like bullets.

"That's why no one messes with me, bitch," she whispered, laughing.

I spat in her face. I know, probably not the best idea, but it was funny, she went hysterical. Well it was funny until they all started coming in for me. The circle of people closed in on me and they began kicking and stomping on me.

"EVERYONE BACK OFF, SHE'S MINE," that bitch screamed.

I stood up slowly, holding my stomach where the blood was oozing. I hadn't been beaten up this badly since last month, when I wore the same outfit as her. Amanda got a running start, shoving me into the lockers and kneeing me in my already wounded stomach. I gasped and shoved back, trying to get her off of me. That's when we heard a booming voice.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?"

It was the principal.