where are ü now | b.b (CURRENTLY ON-HOLD)

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"Megan!" A familiar voice shouted through the hallway. I was at the locker with Elizabeth and Caroline to get my books. I turned around and saw Brooklyn. "Yes?" I sweetly asked.

"I have football practice later on, mind coming?" Marcus and Adam were behind him, messing around with each other's hair. "Sure, but by four I have track exam." I informed and Caroline shut my locker door. "For?" Marcus questioned.

"If I ace it, I might get a scholarship from at least one Sport university. That's all I want and need," I explained. The bell rang and we waved each other goodbye. But at that second, I got pulled back and my lips were met with another pair. I looked up and saw Brooklyn. "See you later." He waved and walked off.

I ran off to class, with a huge grin on my face. I reached class, just in time and Miss Clarke started her lesson.

Miss Clarke let us off five minutes early once class ended, so I headed straight to the music room which was my next class.

I got out the acoustic guitar that I'd always use, from the stand, at the corner of the room, and strummed to Nobody Love by Tori Kelly. A few minutes into the song, I heard the class door open.

"Oh well, isn't it great to see you here, Megan. Or should I say, Meg." I put the guitar down and walked up to Lisbon. "I didn't give you permission to call me Meg." I replied through gritted teeth.

"I don't need your permission." She smiled. Oh, I'd like to slap that face of hers. I can promise you, she wouldn't be smiling after that. "What do you want?"

"Oh, I have a list of it, but I'll keep it for later. For now, I want you and your little arse to move out of the way from Brook and I."

"Bloody cheese crackers, you and Brooklyn. P-lease. Never. He likes real people, not plastic." I laughed and rolled my eyes. Next thing I knew, I was pushed down to the ground and being kicked at. My head felt numb cause I hit the ground quite hard. She then sat on me, and slapped my face, continuously. I tried to push her off, but honestly, she was heavy.

"Weak thing you are." She laughed and stood up, continuing to kick me. "Rather, heavy thing you are." I spat out and tried to get up, but fell back down because my ankle hurt.

"Good luck standing up." She laughed and left me. I tried to get up again, but the pain from my ankles felt like daggers. Seconds later, the door opened and a whole group of students stood around me.

"Are you okay?" One of boys asked. "Oh ya, of course I am. That's why I can't stand up and my face is all red. No biggie," I sarcastically replied. "Feisty thing you are." He replied and told two girls girls to help me up.

They brought me to the sick bay, that was just a few classes away. The nurse wrapped a bandage around my ankle and told me to sit up to hold the ice pack on it. The nurse closed the curtain and went to help another student. I laid down on the single bed to decrease the amount of pain I had around my skull. I felt dizzy and just wanted to puke.

Soon, the curtains were pulled back and there stood a worried Brooklyn. "W-what happened? How? Why?" He panicked and grab hold of my free hand. "Lisbon kicked me and it hit my ankle hard, so I can't walk. And great news is that, I have track exam. Isn't that just brilliant." I smiled and soon broke into tears.

"Wait, Lisbon hurt you? But she was the one who sent me here."

"That mother of hell. Ugh, whatever. But what can I do about the exam? Brook! It's important. I literally depend on this. This so-called simple exam depends my future, " I whispered-shouted, since there were other people on the other side.

"Hey, hey. Let's try to walk first, okay? Track is in six hours. You can rest at the canteen. Walk around and practice. I'm sure the teachers would let you off," He suggested and helped me up.