Chapter 1: First day of high school? Kill me!
Lex was having such lovely dream when her alarm went off. She cussed under her breath and looked at her phone. 6:00 am was written with big white letters on the screen. Well time to get up fatass, she thought to herself. After she picked her clothes which were the regular uniform, black knee socks and black converse. The uniform was made out of a blazer which was grey just like the skirt she had to wear the whole year, she went to the bathroom and took a hot shower. After she was done doing her make-up and got dressed, Lexi went down stairs where her mom was.
'Good morning sweetheart. Want some pancakes?' Lex smiled at her mom and shook her head.
'No thanks mom, I’m not hungry.' Her mom looked at her but said nothing. Lexi grabbed her backpack and kissed her mother's cheek.
'Bye mom, have a nice day!' She closed the door and took off to school. She would always walk to school alone because no one liked her. She is too weird to be liked as some kids say at school. But because you like unicorns doesn’t mean you're weird, right?
Lexi's POV
As I walked down the street I spotted 5 boys talking in front of a house. Oh, guess who they are... My 5 bullies. I tried to walk past them, but that didn't work.
'Hey slut!' Zayn yelled. He had a nice body against his personality. I pretended not to hear them, but they just followed me.
'Looks like we have to teach her a lesson, mates'. Oh no, not again. I waited for the punch but it never came, they just laughed and then Zayn spoke.
'Oh no darling, this time is going to be special.' What? What does that mean? You deserve it stupid, and there is my conscious. I thought it left. But that's true. I do deserve it. If I just die, everyone will be happy.
'Okay.' I mumbled and looked down. But then Harry grabbed my chin and lifted my face and slapped me hard. This time it really stung and I bet I would have a red cheek for the rest of the day. I looked at him and shoved him into the wall behind him and the kicked him in the balls. But sadly that was just my imagination and actually none of that happened.
'Can I go, please?' I looked at each one of them and surprisingly they made a patch so I could walk away. Like always, I wasn't lucky and Louis extended his foot and I felled down straight on my face. Blood was running down my nose and forehead. Man I fell hard. Wait why aren't Niall and Liam doing something? I looked up at Niall and he was staring at me. I felt myself doze off looking into his eyes. Those eyes that make you forget anything and everything. These eyes that make everything better. The guys started laughing but Niall just kept looking at me. Why isn't he laughing? I mean, it’s funny for them, they made me feel miserable again. When I looked down I saw that my arm is on full show revealing some of my cuts and scars. I knew it wasn't a good idea to cut them there where everyone could see them. Feeling my eyes start to water and tickle like every time I was going to cry, I sat up and ran to the girl’s bathroom. And I cried. Letting out all of my frustrations but not feeling better after, I took my black backpack and opened it revealing my best friends. My sweet beloved razors. Smiling I took one out and dragged it across my arm. Seeing the blood pour a little, my smile grew wider. Deciding to leave it like that, I pulled my sleeve down and put away the razor safely. Unlocking the door I walked to the door.
Surprise! Niall was standing there...but alone? I looked behind him and saw none of the boys. Wow, what happened here?
'What are you doing here?' I mentally slapped myself for asking that. He's here to beat me up.
'I'm here to talk to you.' I was. Wrong? Did he hit his head or something?
'Is this some kind of sick joke?’ It can't be true. He took my hand and I flinched when he touched the new cut. I didn't saw it but my sleeve was turning slightly red. But he did. Niall took my other hand and rushed into an empty class room. After he locked the door I started to panic. What was he doing? As he walked slowly to me, I started to back up. After a few steps I reached the wall. Niall took my arm and lifted my sleeve up. He started to kiss every scar and cut? What’s happening here? I looked at him as he kissed every single one of them.
My eyes started to water again and suddenly I busted into tears what’s happening to me? I've never been so vulnerable. He looked at me with pity. There it is. I hate it when people look at me like that. But his face made me burst into a chaotic cry? What the hell? Niall pulled me close to his chest and hugged me tight. I just sobbed like a baby into his chest. Niall rubbed my back and my sobs started to die down. I hate crying, it means you're weak. '
No, you’re not weak.' Niall said suddenly.
'Did I think out loud? I said quietly looking at him.
'Yeah, you did.' He smiled and caressed my cheek.
'You've got a nice smile.' Niall's smile grew wider and his eyes light up.
'Thank you, love. Now let's sit and have chairs, okay?' I just nodded and sat down on the nearest table, Niall took a chair and looked at me.
'Why?' He said leaving me confused
'Why what?' He gave me an 'are-you-kidding-me?' look.
'Your hand. Why?' Damn, now I have to lie.
'Err...My cat scratched me.' I swear if he could have slapped himself, he would.
‘Don’t lie, please. Did we...cause that?' Well, I guess I have to tell him the truth. Okay breath in, breath out.
'Yes.'
