Bullies//5sos

chapter 2

First day of school wasn't too big of a problem, Ashton had stopped Luke from doing anything horrible on that day.

The other two boys remain anonymous.

Today I've put two ribbons at either side of my head, leaving my bangs to cover my forehead. Wearing a black long sleeved shirt with grey leggings. As always I wear my worn out converse.

"Kendra!" I hear a voice call out, making me swing around, seeing that Ashton had been screaming my name.

He's taller than everyone else, making him impossible to not even notice.

I stand still as he slowly makes his way over to me, trying his best not to bump into any those who pass by.

"Hi." He says as he finally arrived in front of me.

"Hey." I awkwardly reply.

"I was wondering if I cou-" Ashton begins, but only to be cut off by someone.

"I don't get why you hang out with this piece of trash." This particular person happens to be Luke, of course. His smirk making me want to puke.

Ashton looks annoyed, which makes me uncomfortable. He turns around to face Luke and the Asian looking guy "The only piece of trash here is you." Ashton pointing a finger at Luke.

I was taken aback as Ashton takes hold of my arm, pulling me along with him. His grasp so tight, his muscles tensing.

"Ashton?" I ask.

"Yes." He turns around facing me.

"Where are we going?"

"What's your number?" He completely ignores my question, I quickly pull out my phone.

We exchange numbers, he just looks up at me for a bit, before speaking.

"See you around." He smiles, then he was gone, as if he was a superhero.

The bell rings shortly after, rushing to the classroom. I just hate being in a crowed room.

As everyone starts filing in, I notice a familiar blonde boy. Really? Luke.

He already spots me, smirking before taking his seat behind me. Wishing I had sat in the back.

The class starts, and he's already annoying me. Constantly poking a pencil on my back, the led extremely sharp, which dug in my skin.

"Is there something wrong with my back?" I groan, turning around to look at him.

"Yes. It's full of fat, it's just really fun to play with, which is distracting me." He innocently answers, I turn back to the front of the class.

Sighing to myself. I really am fat, a big fat failure.

This time Luke starts throwing scrunched up paper at my head.

"Can you stop?" I say irritated at his actions.

"Mr. Smith, Kendra's speaking." Luke shouts out.

I turn around instantly, people looking at me.

Soon enough Mr. Smith turns around to me, pointing wrinkly gross finger at me, seeing that he is fairly annoyed.

"Out." He demands, Luke silently chuckling to himself.

I quickly gather my books, placing them in my bag, making my way out of the classroom.

The last thing I hear were snickers.

I run to an empty room, second day and I'm already crying.

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My hands writing down every word I would sing, music is one of the things I focus on when I'm hurt. People don't know me, or what I've been through.