Eyes

2. "like what you see bitch?"

Previously:

"Well..well..well.., who do we have here."

Fuck my life.

Nora's P.O.V.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I stood still for a second, but then decided to ignore it and walk further.

"Hey, Jones! I'm over here, you know!"

I just ignored the comment and opened my locker. I wish my hands would just stop shaking, that would make the situation a lot easier.

"Jones!"

Just when I succeeded to open my locker someone slammed it shut with a loud bang, which caused everyone to look behind their backs. I'm lucky that I had a quick response to it, otherwise I had five broken fingers and that on the first day. I look to the ground, not wanting to look at him.

"Aww, too shy to look at me, Jones?"

I didn't answer him though, I refused to, he's not worth it. I just shook my head no. I felt two fingers lifting up my chin. I looked everywhere but not him. I didn't noticed that there were people standing around us and watching the scene he just caused. I didn't expect someone to stand up for me though. No one ever did, but I didn't mind I was used to it.

"Look at me!" He yelled. I flinch and hesitantly look at him. I was facing him, Tyler Bradley. The boy who made me happy a year a ago, but changed into one of my bullies. His green eyes full with hate and disgust. "We're seniors now. Do you know what that means?" He says, still looking at me deeply in the eyes. I looked confused and shook my head no. What was he talking about? We're seniors now, it's our last year here and then I can leave these assholes. He smirked and turned around to face his friends. Shit, more people who made my life living hell. I saw Jay walking towards us, hanging his arm around my shoulder and faced Tyler.

"Tell her Ty, I want to see her face." He laughed and everyone laughed with him. I was nervous and my body language isn't helping either. My hands are shaking and every time they touch me my goosebumps are getting goosebumps. Tyler slowly walked towards me and I swear to god I had the tendency to slap that fucking smirk off of his face, but then again, I'm a nobody. We were like 2 inches away from each other and I could feel his breath against my lips and I wanted to vomit. I can't believe we dated.

"That means that we only have one year together and I want it to make the best year we ever had..." He said

Bullshit.

"For us." He said and smiled to his gang. I should've expected that. My stomach felt funny, my hands are still shaking and I bet I looked pale.

"So we decided to be more harsh this year." He whispered behind my back into my ear.

"What are your plans Ty?!" An annoying girly voice yelled and walked towards us.

Courtney.

I wondered where she's has been this hole time. She started this all. I looked at her with wide eyes. She had even more make up on than last year. I didn't know that that was even possible. I wanted to laugh so hard, but I would be in so much trouble if I would.

"Like what you see, bitch?" She eyes me from head to toe. At that moment I was doubting my outfit.

"She'll have to wait and see herself." Tyler smirked. He turned around and walked to his friends and I just stared at him. People where about to turn around and leave until they heard a hard slap. I felt a hot burning sensation on my cheek. She slapped me. Courtney fucking McCartney slapped me.