Ruck me

Chapter 1

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Wednesday 23 November:

Honestly. I'm not sure if my teacher even knows my name. I don't really expect her to. I sit here, 3 times a week hardly ever speaking to anyone except the odd "thank you" when I'm passed a sheet.

I do the same thing day after day, week after week. And nothing ever changes.

I guess the most interesting thing about me is I'm on the gymnastics team. Every Thursday we have practice. At the same time the rugby team practices.

Oh the rugby team. Filled with all the most popular kids. I wish I was them. So many friends and shit. I'm jealous honestly. I've met about 2 people in my time here. For the past 3 years I've spoken to no one.

I'm not one of these girls that's boy crazy, but I do watch Rowan from time to time. He's just so cute. His deep skin, his pretty chocolate eyes. Just mwah. But I've never even spoken to him .

He sits one seat away from me in form.

Avery (the one nice girl in this hellhole) sits next to me. But she's out sick today. Leaving an awkward gap between me and him.

My head is down as I scribble quotes for my Romeo and Juliet exam next period. Pieces of brown hair keep falling in front of my eyes. "I should get that cut" I think to myself. When suddenly a hand takes my planner and reads my name aloud.

"Hazel McCarthy. What a.. lame name" the voice says. I look up to see Rowan looking through my planner. I snatch it back. He might be pretty but he is annoying.

"Maybe you shouldn't insult people for stuff they can't help" I mumble back

"Mmmm" he replies obviously not caring.

Before he suddenly scoots over a chair.

"What you doing?" He asks me

"Practising quotes" I reply nonchalant

"Wow, a girl so innocent, cheating on her exam" he replies. He's saying it as a joke but I can feel a little red appear on my cheeks

"It's not cheating, I'm gonna wash my hands, I just want them in my head" I stammer out, trying not to let him see my face.

"Okay jeez." He says. Shit did I ruin this already.

"Sooooo.. you're a gymnast?" He asks

"Yeah why?" I ask in response.

The reply I get is shocking.
"So you must be flexible then." He says a smirk grinning on his face.

I WANT TO DIEEEE. IS HE FLIRTING WITH ME???. God I hope I'm not making it up in my head

"I guess so" my cheeks blush crimson as I say it.

The bell goes and I pack up my stuff and leave.

"Well I guess I'll see you around innocent" he says with a sexy chuckle.

Shit I didn't even write any quotes.

As I walk all I can think about is him.

Was he talking to me as a joke? Is he laughing about me with his friends? He can't really like me. Surely not. Jesus I bet he saw me go red and is telling everyone about it. I'm gonna have no chance making any friends now.

My wrists itch as I spiral in my head.

I must have bullshitted my way through my essay. I don't even know what I wrote.  All I know is as soon as that bell went, I head to the bathroom so quick and make a couple lines on my wrist.

Shit. I'm meant to see my counsellor later. I quickly wash out the cuts and cover them in concealer from my blazer pocket.

When I leave the bathroom the time is 10:12.

Shit.

I'm already so late to second period I decide  to just bunk the rest of chem. 

Luckily I'm not caught and continue the rest of the day like normal.

At lunch I'm sat down when I see Rowan across another table. He immediately leaves his friends and comes over plopping himself next to me.

"Hey" he says, smiling.

"Hi" I reply, trying not to sound sad.

"My parents aren't home tomorrow. What do you think about coming over after my rugby practice?" He asks

He's asking to hang out???? Honestly I don't even care if it's a joke I'm happy to hang out with him.

"Oh yeah sure. I have gymnastics anyway so where do you wanna meet?"  I say trying to sound as relaxed as possible without screaming from joy.

"Well that's why I wrote down my number, just text me when you're out and where you are and I'll come meet you" he says, a little laugh in his voice.

I'm absolutely freaking out. I can't believe this. My crush wants to hang out with me. Even if this is a massive joke. I don't care. He's hot.

As I walk to the bin I swear I can hear Rowan and his friends talking about me. I knew it they were making fun of me.

Even if they are. I don't care. I'm just excited to hang out with rowan

I smile through the rest of the day. I cannot wait for tomorrow. I'm so excited. I wish I had someone to talk to, like I see the other girls do with their friends.

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