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Missy walked into school the next day feeling wrong. She couldn't explain it. She thought she'd feel happy. She had a new, hot, respectful boy thing. It's all Lydia ever wanted for her. She got farther last night than she ever had before. But the excitement seemed to have worn off, as she covered the massive hickey on her neck the best she could. She would've worn a turtleneck, but that would've been a dead giveaway. So she went with the hide it in plain sight method. She knew that was a mistake the minute first period started, and Jeremy turned around gawking at her neck. "Damn, girl. You really let gravedigger here do a number on your neck." Missy flushed, as she felt Isaac jerk awake in the seat behind her, hearing his name. Jeremy made eye contact with Isaac, as he laughed cruelly. "Should've known you were a freak, Lahey. Probably one of those weirdos who thinks they're like a vampire or something huh? That's definitely what it looks like." Isaac stared the back of the blondes head and stuttered in confusion, "Uhhh what.."
Missy turned around towards him and rolled her eyes. "Ignore him Isaac, he's just being rude." She made eye contact with him, but only for a second, as she saw his eyes glance down towards the bruise formed nice and dark on the side of her neck. "Oh!"
Jeremy laughed. "Oh my god! It wasn't him!" Missy turned back to the jock, glaring at him harshly. "For someone who likes to act all innocent and pure, you sure do get around."
"Shut. Up. Jeremy." Missy gritted her teeth.
Jeremy just laughed and turned around, having his fill of tormenting the girl.
Class ended, and Missy found herself stuck, staring at the back of Isaac who had all but sprinted from the room. "Looks like you broke his fragile little heart, slut." Jeremy whispered, his body so close to hers she could feel his breath on her ear. Missy spun to face him, her anger palpable on her features. She glared at the boy as he laughed. She glared and thought of a million little ways she could end him. She glared and seethed and didn't stop until she heard a deep yell, and suddenly saw the boy, on the ground clutching his head. "Ahh! What the hell! You fucking bitch!" The boy looked up at her, and she gasped as she saw red dripping from his ears. "I didn't. It wasn't me." Missy stuttered out. "I'm sorry." Missy ran out the the door of the classroom.
Missy didn't know what was happening, what she did, how she did it. Missy walked as fast as she could down the hall, bumping into multiple people and not even bothering to apologize. She ignored the yells of people calling for a nurse. Missy focused her eyes on the doors leading outside. She needed to get out. She felt a bundle of energy settling behind her eyes, it felt as though they might explode or just pop right out of their sockets. Missy ran out the doors, down the steps, until she collapsed in the parking lot. She drove herself today. There was no way she'd be able to walk home let alone drive.
Missy sat, breathing hard and holding her eyes, the world was too bright, the air around her vibrated and pulsed with energy.
"Missy! Missy? Hey, Missy, open your eyes!" Someone was shaking Missy, hard.
