The Division

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A while later, Tristan returned to school but, kept to himself and stayed low. Jay came after him a couple of days later and to celebrate, we decided to go over to Michelle's house.

"Are you sure your brother isn't around?" Jay was skeptical as we walked into Michelle's large and expensive foyer decorated with all the antiquities a rich family like her's can afford.  "Yes," She rolled her eyes, closing the door behind her, "Even if he was here, he wouldn't do anything to you. You're not a bad person Jay."

"I know it's just-" He removed his backpack from his shoulder and left it at the door. I did the same. 

Jay couldn't finish the sentence. He was interrupted by a bold feminine voice. A blonde middle aged woman with a bob, wrinkled smile and blue eyes similar to Michelle's strutted down the hall like a runway model. "Michelle! You finally brought Gwen. Hello!" She beamed warmly at me, "I am Michelle's mother but, you can just call me Regina." 

"Good afternoon ma-I mean Regina!" I smiled correcting myself. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"You too!" Michelle's mother, Regina smiled brightly.

"We'll be upstairs mom." Michelle had taken off her shoes. She darted upstairs in a flash. Jay followed her and I came after him.  Her mother smiled, "Okay sweetheart!" She called, "I'll bring the cookies up when you're ready!"

Michelle's room was huge, decorated with a hit pink glitter theme along with some pictures of an Asian Boy band. "You've moved on from Five Star." I commented, eyeing the poster of eight older boys dressed in bright outfits on her wall.

"Of course." Michelle switched her television on with a scowl as she recalled her previous obsession. "After what they did."

The three of us played some video games on her console and listened to some music in the background. Michelle's mom eventually brought some cookies up to us but, I was thirsty with a throbbing headache and decided to fetch some water for myself. 

I carefully went downstairs but, somehow managed to fall on my face when I got to the last step. The impact was painful to say the least making my already throbbing head hurt more. I got up from the floor and felt my face, alarm bells ringing in my head when I noticed a crimson red liquid on my fingers.

It was coming from my nose which was odd since I had never had a runny nose before.

I remembered the poster in the nurse's office and followed those steps. The bleeding soon stopped and I went back upstairs. This time, my glass of water in hand. A  reward for my resilience after a long battle with the stairs.

Even when I tried to be more cautious going up the stairs again, I still somehow managed to fall flat on my face. The bleeding started again and my water spilled so, I had to redo everything much to my annoyance.

Finally, I got back to the room and joined Michelle and Jay on the carpet.

"Did you get the water." Michelle was scrolling through her phone. She had changed from her skirt into a pair of comfortable grey sweatpants.

I nodded, "The journey wasn't easy though. I tripped twice got a bloody nose and, a bad headache."

"Just a little bad luck?" Jay remarked, his eyes focused on one of Michelle's brother's racing games.

"Maybe."

I was wrong.

It wasn't just a little bad luck.

It was a lot.

Over the next two weeks, I was down bad with luck, getting horrible scores on tests even when I studied, tripping on air in the hallways and, being blamed for things I was never part of.

Usually, my luck isn't very good but, this was something else entirely like someone was out to get me.

I had to go to the nurse's office seven times and after school detention six times.

"F...Again." My Physics teacher sighed placing my test face down on the table. I flipped it over and, assessed the damage to my already fragile self-esteem. The snickers behind me worsened the feeling.

"Gwen. I would like to see you after class." He added before walking away to the next person who had copied from me and giving them their script. They got an A but, I didn't.

The period began and, so did the bullying. The boys shot spit balls at me while the girls shared gossip and rumors. I stayed silent and didn't react. Even when Clara, who was sitting behind me pulled my chair back and made me fall down.

After hell..I mean class, I waited for everyone else to leave before walking over to my teacher who wore a stern look on his face.

"Gwen, some other teachers and I have noticed you've been a bit out of it lately." He didn't hesitate or beat around the bush. I stared down at my hands playing with my black pencil.

"Gwen."

My attention snapped back to him.

"You need to get your grades up." He went on, "You're a smart girl but, for now, I think you need a little guidance just so you can get back on track." He pulled out a form from his drawer and my eyes widened.

No no no no!

"I think it's best if you show your aunt this." He sighed and pushed the form towards me. "Some special classes never hurt anyone and it isn't forever. Just for now so, you can stay focused and get back on track."

I snatched the paper from the table, forcing myself not to squeeze it in my hand.

"I'll be expecting you on Monday. Goodbye."

I left the class, anger radiating off me like a nuclear reactor and continued down the hall. When I found the nearest trashcan, I disposed the form and continued my journey until I bumped into someone.

Tristan.

My luck is so terrible.

The boy was holding a  seemingly familiar black book in his left hand. I only caught  a glimpse of it for a second before it was hidden away.

"Look who it is." Tristan smirked, eyes roaming down my body in a way meant to intimidate me. "My ex."

I was already in a bad mood so, I retorted, "I'm not your ex. Your missing teeth can bare witness."

His face melted into a frown instantly, A fiery flame of anger burning in his grey eyes. Soon, his scowl turned into a disgusting smirk as if he had suddenly remembered something.

My gaze went back to the familiar  book in his hand. "What's that?"

"None of your business." Tristan spat before pushing me aside and walking away.

I tried to take another step but fell instead. My legs receiving the wrong signal from my brain once again. The floor and I embraced each other at once. It gave me a high five but, I received it on my face.

I rolled my eyes, got up and steadied myself, rubbing the burns on my arm that were now healed. 

I am so done.

A/N: I tried to dedicate this chapter but, wattpad is on drugs. This is all I could do. Hope you guys like it.❤