The pic on the side is of Ty.
So I got mad at my computer because it was broken and wasn't turning on even though it charged all night and I punched it and threw it on a shelf and it turned on say yay! I'm up and running again!
The next day was horrible. It started with me oversleeping and just barely making it to class. I got introduced in front of everyone and Amanda and her minions laughed and made fun of my hair.
It continued like that until the end of fifth period and them Amanda made everyone she knew treat me like crap and one of them poured their food on me at lunch.
And then I sat alone after leaving to change, and then that Ty kid from the bus yesterday came over to me with his two friends and sat there and made my life miserable.
They demanded questions abut me and where I'm from and other irrelevant things. Then they followed me to class. They followed me to seventh after sixth, and then followed me to my truck. And then they followed me home.
So I thought, you know, it was just a bad day, but then the next day came, and it was the same, and then it just kept repeating over and over and over for a month. During week two, I lost it and ended up cutting myself, and now I just can't stop.
It's October 23rd. I walk into school in a terrible mood with a plan for the end of today. It's Thursday.
Nobody knows about it. Katie won't leave me alone, demanding to know if I'm okay, threatening to come up there.
I shove my hands in my jacket pocket.
Jett, one of Ty's best friends walks up to me and slams into me, making my bag fall off my shoulder and my binders clatter to the floor.
I bend down and pick them up. Ty is watching me with an undetectable look on his face.
As I grab my binder, my sleeve rides up, revealing the cuts on my wrist. At first I think he didn't notice, but then our eyes meet and I see another undetectable look. His lips are pressed in a straight line and all the blood in his face disappears.
At first I'm terrified he's going to laugh and make fun of me for being so weak, but he doesn't say a word.
One of his mutual friends that he talks to in Holocaust says, "You fucking slut."
I shove my binder in my bag and tuck my hair behind my ear. When I turn to walk away, I see Amber and her minions.
I'm surrounded.
To my surprise, Ty snaps, "Everyone get out of the fucking way and let Megan through!"
Everyone does. I pass them and when I glance over my shoulder, the door shuts behind Ty.
Confused, I turn around and walk right out the door after him.
I was expecting him to be standing outside or something, but no, he's sprinting to his car.
I watch him. When he gets in the car, I'm expecting him to disappear out of the parking lot, but he doesn't, instead he stays there.
I get in my truck and start it.
I put it in reverse, and just before I back out, I see him, in his car, his head on the steering wheel.
And he's wiping away tears.
Ty is crying?
He feels?
I watch him for a while, prepared to leave for my plan, which is to go back home and sleep in the woods or something.
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Love Me For Me
Teen FictionAfter being ripped away from her hometown, Megan is miserable. To make it worse, she's forced to go to her last year of high school in New York City because of her father's new job. On her first day, she's shipped off to a field trip to tour a colle...