Can't I pretty pt 1 - Buck and Eddie

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Note: this is a Buddie fic so if your don't like Buck x Eddie you can leave, also she is originally a Buckley

TW: mentions bullying, eating disorder, language, throwing up, offensive slurs, and homophobia

Summary: Girls at your school started picking on Laila and when her dads find out they take it up with the school board.

Name: Laila Buckley
Age: 11

I really didn't want to go to school, it wasn't 'cause of a test, not because of a teacher, and not because of the presentation she had due today, it was because of Stacey and Brittney..

They were so mean, they made fun of you for having two dads, your weight, and basically everything you did.

You couldn't tell your dads though because they were busy enough with work.

"Laila, time to wake up." I heard my dad walk in (Buck)

I haven't called Eddie my dad yet because this whole thing is still new to me.

"Do I have too?" I groan rolling over to face my dad.

"Yeah, sorry kid." He sits on my bed and I sit up and lay my head on his chest.

"I'm so tired." I say exaggerating.

"Maybe this will wake you up." He lifts me up of over his shoulder and I scream.

"Dad put me down!" I giggle.

He walks out of my room and I already see Christopher and Eddie awake.

"Christopher help me!" I laugh and my dad puts me on his back and swings me around flinging me onto the couch.

"Okay come and eat your breakfast." My dad says and I try to regain myself after feeling so dizzy.

The truth is I hadn't been eating as much, Stacey and Brittney had always made fun of me for three things, my dads, my weight, and my stutter.

I think there favorite insult for me was Lesbian Laila. It was really annoying and it's not that I hate people that are lesbian it's just I'm not lesbian. I'm Pansexual but they don't understand.

I sit down and pick at my food, it's really hard for me to eat but I took a bite and felt shivers down my spine. Once I had finished I went to the bathroom to throw it all up. Better.

I grabbed my backpack for school and put a smile on my face "Ready to go kids." Eddie was taking us to school today.

"Yup!"

"Yes!"

I was about to walk out when I ran back in, I had almost forgotten my project. We were supposed to do a project on people we look up too. I did my dads because they save lives! (Stranger things reference)

***

I got dropped off at my school first and I carefully took out my project Eddie watched me walk out into the school.

"Hey dykë what's in your hand." Stacey walks up to me.

"Oh, it's my project for history class." I answered trying to walk away but Brittney stopped me.

"Not so fast Lesbian Laila."

I pushed past her but she grabbed my arm "Don't play around Buckley." She gets close to my face and pushed me aside and I fell into the wall and I exhaled slowly

***

In class our teacher was picking names our names in alphabetical order by last name to present.

"Brittney Anderson." Mrs. Dowlis called.

Brittney walked up hitting my desk 'on accident' and my table shakes.

My project was made by myself it was a just a diagram of my dads accomplishments. Not much but I worked hard on it.

I slumped in my seat waiting for Brittney to finish her presentation and I dreading my turn.

"That's why I think Susie B Anthony changed society." She finished and I clapped for her slightly.

"Next down the list is, Laila Buckley." Mrs. Dowlis announced and I gulped as I went up.

"H-Hi. I did my project on.. m-my.." I hesitated to say it out loud as I stuttered through my words.

"Just say it already!" I heard Stacey shout from the back.

"I did my project on my dads.." I finally muttered and I saw all the faces in my class turn to confusion "My dads are both firefighters and paramedics they save lives everyday."

"Sometimes I would ride in the fire truck with them and h-help them o-out." My stuttered started to show more and I saw Brittneys hand raise.

"I-I was n-never scared because... because.." I looked at Mrs. Dowlis for help.

"Brittney let's save questions for the end of Laila's presentation." Mrs. Dowlis says.

"Sorry.. I'm just confused I thought this project was supposed to be on famous people?" Brittney comments anyway.

"My dads were on the news." I defended.

"Your local news?" The whole class laughed and I choked back my tears.

"T-They saved lots o-of lives in f-fires." I stuttered more.

"Uh-oh someone's getting emotional." Stacey teased and I noticed a tear had slipped from my eye.

I exhaled and tried to continue with my presentation.

***

I had to walked out for passing period when I was corned by Stacey and Brittney.

"Lesbian Laila. Nice presentation. Mind if I see this." Stacey snatched my project and I tried to get it back.

"H-Hey give that b-back." I started to stutter.

"G-Give that b-back!" She mimicked me.

"I-I'm L-Laila and I-I'm a-a b-baby." Stacey dropped my project and I saw the pieces fall everywhere.

"M-My d-dad a f-firefighter." Brittney jerks her leg stomping on my project. Soon other kids join in mimicking my stutter and stomping on my project.

"S-Sorry the daycares the next street down." Stacey and Brittney laugh and walk away as I pick up the smashed pieces of my project on the ground.

The tears run down my face and I wipe them as I walk to my lunch period.

***

I was about to eat my luck when I see them again.

"Hey, Lesbian Laila. Give us your lunch your don't need it anyway pig." Stacey demanded.

"But my dad he made it for-"

"I don't think you understand food makes you gain weight piggy, do want to stay a pig forever?" Brittney pouts sarcastically.

"But I-"

"Do you? Oink, Oink, Oink." Stacey snorts and snatches my lunch.

I sigh, I wasn't hungry anyway...

***

I got home and slam the door, my day was crappy as it always is. I shut my door furiously still. I just cried in my pillow. Feeling worthless, and alone.

My dad called me for dinner and since I hadn't eaten in so long I felt really dizzy.

I stumbled out and help onto the door frame.

"Dad.. I don't feel good." I clutched my head and the last thing I saw was Eddie and my dad running towards me.

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