Violet [Harry Styles]

Chapter 7

Violet's suspension was over, and today she was going back to school. She groaned as she got out of bed, her blankets covering her cold body. It was still dark outside as she lifted herself off the white stained covers.

Violet slept late last night, partly because she was doing her work for all the classes she missed the past three days. She put on her makeup, but she changed it up a little bit. She skipped the eyeliner, and instead put it on her top eyelid, creating a slight wing. She put on her mascara over her extremely long lashes, and watched as they grew within each layer.

She looked different, more pure, perhaps innocent. She changed into a black sweat shirt, and black jeans, with a couple of rips at her thighs. Her boots went on last, then she threw her bag over her shoulders.

She was a bit shaken up about going back to school, would people look at her differently? She pushed the thought out of her head as she walked down the streets. Her new walkman that Samara's parent's bought was covering both ears, it wasn't as good as her old ones, but they were acceptable.

When she arrived at school, she went strait to her lockers. She wished she could just ditch today, but she cant. She fumbled with the lock, her fingers twitching, listening people walking past her whispering, "That's the girl who beat the shit out of Samara." There were eyes all over her, and it made her angry, and frustrated.

She suddenly turned around and said, "I'm standing right here assholes!" She screamed as she slammed her locker shut. The group of boys checked her out, trailing their eyes over her tall lean body.

"So you threw out the eyeliner," one of them said walking towards her, he put his hands against the lockers, Violet's head just in between, "I dig this look." He said licking his plump lips.

Violet was disgusted, she wanted to vomit looking at his smug little face. She dropped her books, and kicked him off of her.

"Back the fuck off me, or so help me god you'll be next." She said, quickly walking away from them. One of the other guys helped him up and Violet could hear him say, "A feisty one, aren't you?" But she just ignored their snarky comments as she walked into class.

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When her morning classes were over Violet began walking for lunch, when something caught her eye, Samara. She had a bluish-purple ring around her eye, and there was a cut on her top lip. She was looking down, her eyes glued to the floor. Violet couldn't believe she did that, she had given her a black eye, right in the center. bull's-eye.

"Hey, Samara." Violet said, getting her attention. When Samara looked up she started panicking, it looked like she was choking, like she was grasping for air.

"Vi-iolet," she stuttered, "I'm sorry, please don't hurt me!" She shrieked. Violet was confused, she wasn't going up to her to hurt her, she was going to apologize. The look in Samara's eyes terrifies Violet, making her hate herself more than she already does. She touched her shoulder, and tears started welling up in her eyes. What? Why is she crying, what did I do? Violet thought.

"Samara, I'm not going to hurt you. I came to say sorry." She said in the most soft and calming way.

When she looked back up she said, "What?"

"I'm sorry." Violet repeated herself.

"You're sorry?"

"Yeah."

Samara stopped sobbing and looked up as she sniffled.

"I swear I will never do anything, just don't hit me." She begged.