Tormented

Chapter 1

'You ready for your final year of this hell hole?' Sarah asked me, running up to me from behind while I shoved my books into my locker.

I jump and spin around, falling back against my locker before I realise it was her.

'Fucking hell Sarah. Don't do that.' I tell her after my heart rate started to fall.

I take a look down either side of the corridor making sure I couldn't see him.

'Relax, he's outside.' She reassures me.

I give her a weak smile as I turn back to look at her face. She gives me a bigger smile as she turns to walk towards class with me. I don't know why Sarah was friends with me, but I was grateful to have her. In a school like this, filled with self-centred narcissists she was the only one who actually spoke to me. Maybe she felt sorry for me, but whatever the reason was I was glad for it. Despite the obvious wealth divide between the two of us I was often jealous of Sarah. Everything came so naturally to her, even her beauty. But I guess that's what happens when you mum is one of the most beautiful and well thought after models on the planet. Sarah didn't like to admit it, but I could tell she didn't like having to see her mums face plastered over every magazine cover and poster. She loved her mum, but she didn't like that her job took her away, travelling most of the world while she was stuck here. Sarah definitely got her looks. Her natural wavey, blonde hair. Her deep blue eyes and the cute freckles that adorned her nose. Me on the other hand... Dull brown hair with dull brown eyes. There was nothing special about me, not on the outside anyway. My mind on the other hand was what got me a place in this school. A school usually reserved for the wealthiest families. I was offered a place at a university, but due to my mums crippling anxiety she wouldn't let me go. I was offered a place here, closer to home which she accepted... after some persuasion. If I'd known then what I know now about the people who go here then I probably would have stayed in my old school. This school was supposed to lead to something great, but with the constant torment of my "fellow classmates" I didn't think it was worth it. But now I was here I didn't want to upset my mother and her incessant worrying. So I lie to her. When she asks me about my day I tell her it was good. I tell her how much I love the school and she smiles, believing every last word. But I only had a year left to endure. Over the summer I forged a plan. A plan that would hopefully involve as minimal contact with the worst of my offenders. I'd roped Sarah into keeping taps on Benedict, my most hated advisory. Him and his little crew made my life miserable, so if I tried to stay under the radar and away from them as much as I could I hoped they would forget I even existed. I hoped I could avoid them for the rest of the year until I was free to leave this place and never look back.

'Earth to Char.' Sarah said, waving her hand in front of my face.

'Sorry, what?' I ask, pulling out of my trance.

'If you don't hurry up and get into class then Benedict will see you.' She tells me, looking down the corridor to the front entrance of the school.

I wipe my head around quickly to see what she was looking at and instantly regret it when I lock eyes with my bully.

His dark eyes burn into mine as a menacing smirk plays on his lips. He runs a hand through his tousled brown hair, pushing it from his face as he stares me down. If it wasn't for the unrelenting bullying and the way he makes me feel like I'm worth next to nothing, I might of found him attractive. There was no denying he wasn't hideous. In fact the amount of girls who threw themselves at him would attest to the fact he was good looking. He had a strong jaw, a sharp nose and a smouldering look that made girls through themselves at his feet. Not to mention his pretty impressive stature, decorated in perfectly toned muscles... But these were just objective observations because there was no way I had looked at him in that way...