Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Chapter Nine

It has been almost two months since Jazz has taken me in, helping me survive. Jazz has shown me around, showed me things I never had the chance to see. He sits next to me everyday at lunch, along with his friends in his dance group. He showed me all of his friends. I've met Blade, Tag, Marcus, Tyson, Samuel (Sam), Franklin, Antonio, and Sean. They all sit with me and talk to me, accepted me.

But that makes my life hell. The Jock table basically is now my table. Everyone glares at me, says things about me to my face and behind my back, taunt me, call me names, you name it. It just becomes worse and worse everyday. I have never gotten this bullied this bad before. I receive threats of all sorts in my locker or at my desk. It's out of control.

I started getting physically bullied last month. But I hide it away and keep it from everyone, especially Jazz. I actually like him, like, have a crush on him. I know it's insane but I do. Over the past two month he has shown me and taught me so many things I would have never known or learned without him. Jazz is helping me. Something nobody has ever done, ever. His mum, da, and sister treat me like I'm apart of the family.

Aly lets me play dolls with her while Jazz is at his part time job and I let her put her makeup on me and do my hair. Then she lets me do hers.

Nancy teaches me how to cook and take care of myself. She even doesn't force me to eat the food, she just shows me how to just in case I ever need to.

Jarod, Jazz's da, takes me to the shop where him and Jazz work at to show me how to fix car parts. Jarod owns a small car repair shop with Jazz not to far away. So now I know how to fix a car if it breaks down and I have no way of getting help.

Sometimes I just sit in my room and cry. Jazz has done so much for me in such little time. I don't know why but I don't care. I can't even put into words how I feel. He's saving my life.

I was currently in the locker corridor after school, looking at all the hate. Notes, papers, everything. All hate on me. I closed my eyes as I shoved them all in my backpack and closed my locker. But as I turned around I met a face I would hate to ever see in the dark.

Jennifer Tanny.

I tried to walk away from her but she stopped me. All of her little companions circled, caving me in like hyenas spotting pray.

"Oh! I didn't expect you out here in the halls so early! I thought you would wait for everyone to leave, like you always do." Jennifer flipped her perfectly blond hair to the side. I shook my head and tried once again with fail to break out of the circle.

"Oh honey? Where do you think your going? We just want to have a little talk with you, that's all." Another girl named Terra, I think, stopped me. I looked down at the floor, praying to what ever God was out there to save me.

"So... how are you today? Slut. I mean, can I call you that? I mean like, we all know you slept with all those hunks at your table. Each and every one of them. Am I right, ladies?" All the girls nodded in a approval. Seriously? She thought I was sleeping with boys like them? Is she on crack?

"Wow, so low of you to slip them something to sleep with you. If you even have a level to be low on." Jennifer popped her gum that she chewed on.

"Going to speak? Whore?" Francesca, a girl in my gym glass, shoved me against the lockers. I kept praying. C'mon there has to be someone...

"Deaf too? Wow no wonder your parents dumped you out on the streets." Terra piped in, yanking my hair to yell in my ear. Now everyone was joining in. Everyone came to see my butt get beat by the popular snots.

"Awe, poor baby depressed girl not going to anything about it?" Jennifer snickered as she spit out her gum at my face. Everyone in the corridor started chanting for me to get beat. For me to loose this fight.

Before I knew it I was on the ground, getting stabbed with heels and getting my skin torn from their cat claws and my hair pulled out from their smooth hands. I could feel the blood drip from my nose and from my arms and legs, sinking in through my jumper and skinny jeans. A hard thud came to the back of my head, showing that someone kicked my head.

I felt myself become dizzy. My eyes lost focus of what was happening. I was getting jumped by almost everyone around me, and it all started from Jennifer Tanny. The queen bee.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and tell God I was sorry for giving up, a loud, husky voice caught my attention.

"Fuck off Jennifer! You crazy bitches leave her alone!" My eyes where wide enough to wittiness Jazz push and shove people out of the way. Jazz pulled Jennifer's hair from behind and swung her body back.

Everyone backed away.

"Touch her ever again and I will. I promise I will. I will kill you. You understand that?" Jazz held his hand to her neck and her whole body became limp. That when everyone startled running. I would be too if I where them. I have never seen this side to Jazz, ever.

Jennifer gave a quick nod and Jazz let her fall to the ground. Without even a second thought, she grabbed her purse and scurried away to her friends. The hall was completely empty besides us. Jazz and me. Me and Jazz.

"Ohh baby." Jazz dropped down to his knees and picked me up bridal style. He stood back up and walked out of the hall. I put my head to his hard chest and closed my eyes. I listened to his fast heartbeat that filled my ears. I could feel his sweat fall from his forehead and through his shirt.

"Ohh Emily. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. It's all my fault and I'm so sorry. God I hate myself. I should have been there, I should have, I should have... oh fuck. Jesus Emily." I heard him open a door and rain drops fell on my face.

"God damnit. You could have died. They could have all beaten you to death. Fuck I'm such a bitch for not being there, fucking bastard." He mumbled to himself. My ears rung from all swear words that flowed from his mouth.

"Emily please stay. I'm going to get you help. Just please, oh god!" Jazz opened another door and laid me down on a comfortable chair. I assumed we where in his car but I am too tired to look. I head him get in on the other side and drive off, not caring what he could hit.

"Jesus fucking Christ." I head a loud punch noise and he slammed harder on the peddle.