My Broken Walls

1. Below Freezing

It's the thing you least expected,
When I got back up,
And the world neglected me.
Well, I got the best of them,
Ladies, I'm now the main event.

Take a hint from me,
This is not what you came to see,
This is only a minor threat,
Ladies and gentleman, place your bets.

Hold your breath, and shut your mouth!
The scene will be the death of us.
I told ya so! Hey!
Told ya so! Hey!

Get Scared was blasting in my headphones as I walked across the campus of the small high school. I was ignoring all comments such as "Fuck you, Radke","Fagke", and other things.

I hated people. Luckily, I made it to my usual tree. It was a nice tree, not in the middle of the campus, but it was close. The sun was directed a certain way so I was sweating in the heat.

I continued to tug my long sleeves downwards out of habit. It was so hot outside and the black, long sleeve wasn't helping.

I pulled put my headphones and paused my music. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the grass. It was so full of life and healthy. I was pale, starving myself, and cutting.

Something small, and hard bounced off of my back and onto the grass. Then another one.

I looked over to see a group of guys throwing rocks at me and laughing. Shaking my head slightly, I looked back down at the grass to see a pair of high heels and legs.

I look up to see the legs were connected to a body of a really slutty girl.

"You're the kid who told everyone he was gay, right?" She said, twirling her hair.

I didn't want to nod or play it off like it was some other kid but that wouldn't exactly work, plus it was completely an accident and I thought the guy was my friend," Um.. yeah."

"Okay," was all she said before skipping away to her group of friends.

I loathe the word. Friends.

I don't have any, but at least I got a boyfriend. Speaking of my boyfriend, I pulled out my phone and saw that I have a text message from him.

Babe:
Come over after school

I sighed and slowly texted him back, I didn't want to say something that he would get mad at.

Me:
Alright, see you soon. I love you

I waited a few minutes staring blankly at my screen, it says he's read it. I sighed and shoved my phone back in my pocket.

I look up to see Mr. Popular. Max Green.

I couldn't help but stare, everyone loves him but yet we are the same person! Well, not exactly. I'm the unwanted kid, the loser, the quiet one, the emo, the pathetic dork.

But he is just so charming, cute, funny, polite, protective, an asshole and sexy. So so sexy...

I snapped back to reality when I saw that the girls he was with were laughing and pointing at me. I couldn't understand what they were saying but all I saw was Max's disappointing look.

Shaking my head as though shaking out a thought, I got up and began to walk towards my first period class when the bell rang.

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I quickly stormed out of the classroom as I was picking spit balls out of my hair. I walked to the front doors and shoved them open, only to see my boyfriend's car in the parking lot.

There we was standing in front of his old car. His greasy blonde, emo hair, lip piercings, Iron Maiden shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots.

I quickly walked over to him, dropped my backpack and hugged him tightly. He uncrossed his arms, allowing me to hug him. He doesn't necessarily like public display, but I really need it.

"How was your day?" He asked calmly.

"I hate everyone," I mumbled in his chest, feeling people staring at me.

"Let's go. We have to meet up with Charlie," he said, grabbing my backpack and handing it to me. He's being nice today, maybe he's in a good mood, or maybe he just wants something.

I grabbed it and went around to the passenger seat, sliding in and waited. He always likes to "check out" my school, but its really to see if he can spot any drug dealers.

Finally, he got in and started the car, backing up and leaving the place I call school.

"Where are we meeting Charlie?" I asked quietly.

"At Jackson's apartment," he said simply, not sounding in the mood for conversation.

I shut my mouth and looked down at my torn jeans, I pulled up a piece a fabric to examine a cut. I'm okay.

I'm okay...

Right?