Saved. // j.g

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It was the month of April, my sophomore year. It was almost over, a little bit over a month left. I couldn't be any happier. I never wanted to go to school in the first place. It was my mothers idea, telling me I'm way too smart to let it all go to waste.

But the thing she didn't understand was, I got bullied. Every, damn, day. I couldn't help it, I guess I was just a loser. Adelynn James is what I was named. It sounds like a fucking 1940's name, I know.

It was all up to my dead beat father, left when I was three. Mom got pregnant with Sophia, but with another man. Dad got fixed or whatever after I was born, and when he found out mom was pregnant, he knew it wasn't his. So bye bye kids.

Sophia's 11 now, meaning I'm 15. She's about the cutest little sister I could have. But, she's fucking annoying sometimes. Like there's enough going on in high school.

Today is Monday, April 17th. Same shit every morning. I drive my car my mom bought me because she has this sweet ass job. Its a 2014 dodge charger, I'm all about that fast car shit.

I love riding down the street at night with no other cars, and speeding the hell out of it. It's such a rush. Unlike being pushed to the ground every morning, occasionally having a bloody something.

I walk in the doors of Freemont High, which happens to be the place I hate most. The bell for first period rings in ten minutes, so I have to get to my locker soon before the every morning taunt happens.

I walk the halls to where all the sophomores are, and I go to my locker, avoiding eye contact with the group.

Although the best I tried, i failed. Right as soon as I get my English text book in my hands, and I turn around, everything was immediately slapped to the floor.

I look up to see the one who started it all, Christian.

"Why the fuck would you do that, you're gonna make me late. Again," I spit, leaning down to pick up my stuff.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't speak bullshit," he says with a slight laugh.

The others laugh too, there's three of them. Adam, Tyler, and Kyle. I hate them all.

I gather my things just as the bell rings, and they rush to class, as I rush to mine.

Mrs. Terry understands the reasoning for me being late all the time. She doesn't do shit, yet she doesn't mark me tardy.

I rush in with eyes on me and sit beside to my only friend, really. Marisa. She sits in the row beside me, we always are talking.

"You know at target the nail polish is on sale for one ninety nine, mom and I went last night, bought almost the entire rack" she says with a snide laugh.

I set my stuff down on my desk and chuckle, I really don't care about the nail polish. I care about after school as I walk to my car if Christian and his posse will be there.

Oh, I forgot to mention. Marisa is dating Christian. Surprise surprise.

Yeah, I know what your all thinking. How can I be her friend? Right. It really doesn't have anything to do with her. She's tried and tried to make him stop his ways, he just cant. We no longer discuss it, because it's going to always be the same.

Christian is a Junior, he was held back in like sixth grade. What a dumbass. He's eighteen, that's what scares the shit out of me. He works out every single day in strength and conditioning, and he had biceps bigger than my brain. And his.

He could lift me with one arm, literally. I don't know why he has to pick on me, specifically. People don't even notice. It's like I'm invisible to everyone.

"Adelynn, mind answering?" Mrs. Terry shakes me from my thoughts.

I look to the board and see we're talking about Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet or something about it.

"Can you repeat the question please?" I ask.

"Sure, Romeo and Juliet were 16 and 13 when they began to see each other, dating. As Romeo grew older and the two had sexual intentions that were pursued, today Romeo would be thought of as a sex offender, and could even be prosecuted. But what law now would protect them?" She asks.

I take the words in, and I already know the answer.

"Well, since they were together before Romeo turned 18, an adult, they're protected by the Romeo and Juliet law. Which simply states if they're both over 14 and have been dating before the man was an adult, he won't be prosecuted for having a sexual life with Juliet." I say.

She smiles and returns to the board and I return to my thoughts.

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The bell rings for lunch and I need to get there fast before Christians posse shows up, they're all in my lunch period.

I make it to the line without a problem, and sit with Marisa at the table.

"Damn, you must really know your romance," she says, biting her hamburger.

"Eh, I love the book and I think it's so romantic. I'm glad Romeo wasn't put in jail," I say.

"Mhm, me too. Well anyways, who are you planning on going with to the spring formal?" She asks.

Ugh, Spring formal. The dance thing at the end of the year, I never end up going with anyone because guys don't find me cute. Or anything. Marisa will probably be going with Christian and I'll be stuck sitting at the table drinking punch while I watch them slow dance, and pray he doesn't trip me onto the floor.

"I don't want to go this year."

"Oh, my god what? You have to!"

"No,I don't. I never get asked and you always end up leaving me." I sigh.

"This year I won't, I promise! Please, we need to go dress shopping together," She says with the smile that gets me every single time.

I sigh, "fine. When?" I ask.

She squeals and squeezes my hand.

"Tomorrow after school, since the dance is on Friday night." she says with a smile.

"Okay. You're driving?" I ask.

"Yes! I'm not letting you almost kill us again."

I chuckle and eat the rest of my lunch.

By the time school ends I haven't seen Christians face since this morning, and I was grateful. I rushed to my locker as the bell rang and put all of my books up, and grabbed my backpack with my algebra homework in it.

I shut my locker and walk to exit the building. I have my lanyard in my hands as I walk to my car, but two hands are on my chest to stop me.

Christian.

I sigh, and try to push past him.

"So, I heard you're going dress shopping with my girlfriend" he says.

"Yep. So what?"

"Why are you going, you're not going to have a date, and you're going to look like a fat piece of shit in any dress," he says with a smirk.

That hurt. I was really insecure about myself, although I weighed 125 pounds, which isn't bad for a 15 year old. 

"So what? I don't need a date" I say.

I manage to push past him and walk forward, but as I take a step his foot is put in front of mine and trips me. I fall hard to the ground and my nose smacks the concrete. I feel the blood and the pain, and the pain triggers my eyes to water.

"Don't go to the dance, do us all a favor," he says with a small laugh.

I look back with tears in my eyes and at first I think I'm seeing things, because someone comes up from behind Christian and punches him right in the face while he was still staring at me on the ground, holding my bloody nose. He fell to the concrete, like me, and held his cheek and winced.

I'm shocked. Who is that? The man who punched him turns to face me and sticks out a hand to help me up.

I'd recognize that face anywhere, even if I didn't know him. Everyone knew his looks. And may I just say, I like what I see.