*Leah's POV*
It's the first day of school.
I walked into my worst fear. My living hell.
I look awful today. I have to wear a long sleeve shirt to cover the cuts. My hair is in a messy high ponytail. I'm wearing my light high wasted shorts.
I walk into the school and go into the office. I see Mrs Gelleto, the school's secretary.
"Hello Miss Mack. Welcome to Grade 11. You have locker 415, homeroom is room 25. Here is your schedule and locker combo." She says with a smile.
I nod my head and walk out. I find locker 415 easily, but I see that a pregnant Bree is right beside it.
Great. Our lockers are right beside each other. Which means we're in the same homeroom. Great. Just great!
I walk slowly over and open my locker. Bree notices me and smiles at me.
"Happy Late Birthday. Sorry I was really busy yesterday." She says quietly. I smirk.
"What like, having sex with your best friends boyfriend then carrying his baby. Oh wait." I snap back rudely.
She looks shocked. I automatically feel guilty.
"I'm sorry B. I didn't mean that." I say quickly. She nods her head.
"No. You're right. I'm a stupid bitch. It's okay." She says. I sigh and shake my head.
Today will be awful.
••••
*middle of the day*
So as it turns out, I have Biology, Advanced Math, Chem, and Advanced Language Arts with Bree.
Even worse I have Bio, Chem and Advanced Math with Jack. This day just keeps getting worse.
In Biology, Jack and I are lab partners. He tries to talk to me, but I ignore him.
"Leah please. Please please listen to me." He whispers. The teacher gives him a stern look. He stopped talking.
Jack keeps trying.
"Please Leah, just hear me out." He whispers again.
"Jack Gilinsky would you like to share with the class what is so much more interesting." Mr B says. I smirk.
"Um I'm trying to get an opportunity to apologize for something I did sir." Jack says strongly.
I hear snickers coming from the class.
"Because you got her best friend pregnant." Says Hayes angrily. Laughs ring throughout the room. I feel hot anger course through me. I punch Jacl hard in the face.
Tears start to fall. I can tell that everyone is looking at us. I grab my books and run out of the classroom.
When I reach my locker, I put my books away when someone slams the locker shut on my fingers.
Pain shoots through my hand.
"Go die. No one wants you here. Not even Jack." The person says.
I hear footsteps run away. I quickly open my locker and inspect my hand.
My knuckles were bruised pretty bad. I look around the hallway, but no one is there.
"Are you okay?" Someone asks me. I turn around and see a beautiful boy standing in front of me. He looks at my hand.
"What happened?" He asked sternly.
"My hand got slammed into my locker." I said. He grabs my wrist. I wince because of my cuts. He gives me a questioning look.
He lifts up my sleeve. He sees them.
My cuts. In all their glory.
He does something I don't expect. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
"Please don't." He whispers in my ear.
I slowly nod my head.
We smile at each other.
"How come you know so much about me already and I don't even know your name." I say with a smile. He laughs.
"Spencer Jackson." He says.
"Leah Mack." I say.
"Do you want to come over today to do homework?" He asks. I nod my head.
"What's your number?" He asks, "So I'll know how to contact you."
"Okay, my number is 5679872515."
He nods his head putting the number in his phone.
The bell rings. He wipes away the tears on my face and leaves to his locker.
I smile. The day got a little better.
••••
After my last class, I walk to my locker. I see Spencer standing in front of it.
I haven't stopped thinking about him since. He's so sweet.
He smiles when he sees me.
"How's your hand?" He asks concerned. I look down at my hand.
My knuckles have gotten really bad. They are badly bruised as a dark dark shade of purple and blue.
"Not so good." I say. He gives me a sad look. I grab my backpack and we walk towards my car.
When we get outside, he grabs my hand and leads me towards my car. I smile to myself and look down, feeling my cheeks turn dark red.
"Awe you look so cute when you blush." He tells me. I roll my eyes and push him. He laughs.
••••
Spencer and I have been doing homework for an hour.
We have nothing to do. So we talk.
"Why did you start cutting?" He asked. I shake my head.
"My boyfriend Jack knocked up my best friend and now she's pregnant." I say with a smirk. He looks shocked.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" He asks surprised. I shake my head, unsure of the answer myself.
"He's an idiot for leaving you." He whispers. I look up, our faces are centimetres apart. He holds my face in between his hands and says,
"I like you Leah."
"I like you too Spencer."
Then we kiss.
