I walked down the school hallways trying to weave my way past the people I don't like. I can see Julianna's (the popular girl) locker. She's always putting people like me down.
I pushed past a bunch of people and made my way past her without being noticed. Next was the hard part...getting past Liam. I still hate that kid so much. I once again pushed and weaved myself through the busy hall and past his locker making it safely to the other side. I starting walking preparing myself to pass the Girls Change Room when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my hips.
I slapped them away and turned around. I came face to face with Liam. Figures. You see, this has been happening a lot. All week Liam has been hitting on me and he won't stop talking to me. It's starting to get annoying seeing as he scares me and I hate him!
"Liam, just back off. I'm not interested!" I started to pull away from him when he grabbed my arm.
"You know I always get what I want right?" I looked to the ground and shook my head no laughing a bit.
"You know Liam? Maybe if you were actually nice and less scary people would like you! But quite frankly you're just another idiot I've come across!"
With that I pushed away from him and walked down the hall and into my next class. I sat down at my usual seat in Mr. Sander's class and pulled out my books. The rest of the class came in and sat down a few seats left unoccupied.
The class had started when the door creaked open and in walked Brad. He came and sat in the desk in front of me. Did I mention I am like completely in love with him? Well I am. He probably doesn't even know I exist.
I made it through the class and I got up and collected my things before heading for the class room door.
"Miss Petroff! Please stay behind we need to talk." I turned around to see Mr.Sander sit down at his desk and signal for me to sit on the other side of it. I took a seat and looked up waiting for him to speak. He looked down at the stacks of paper in front of him and handed me the one on top of the pile. I looked down at it and saw it was my history test from last week. 41% WHAT?!?! I looked up shocked he looked just as shocked. I looked back down and read over my answers.
"Mr. Sanders I hate to be a bother but this isn't my writing!"
He took a look at my paper then went through the stack then looked back at my test.
"I don't see anything different from your previous tests.The writing all looks the same to me! But, because of that horrid mark I expect to see you in detention for 2 days starting tomorrow!"
I looked up at him and gasped.
"What? I can't I have to be with my mom!" He shook his head.
"That's too bad! This is your consequence!"
"For what?!?!" I challenged.
"For not studying!" he said firmly standing up.
I couldn't believe it! That wasn't even my writing.
I took my paper and stormed out of the class room.
I knew exactly who did this. I walked right up to him and slammed his locker door closed. He looked down at me and smirked.
"Looks like we'll be together in detention for a few days." he said with a sly wink.
"What the hell is wrong with you Liam?!?! Don't you know that I have to be home to watch my...." I cut myself off before I could spill about my mom. No one at school knows about me and my moms "situation".
My mom doesn't want any sympathy and I don't want any one taking an easy on me because of our troubles. Liam could tell I was hiding something and I knew he wouldn't leave it alone.
"Who do you have to watch?" he said taking a step closer.
"n-no one" I stuttered. I hated when that happened.
"Tell me..I won't tell anyone." he whispered taking yet another step closer. I took a step back.
" No one! Just go tell Mr.Sanders it was you." He took another step and I took another one further back and hit the wall.
He stepped closer till I was pressed up against the wall. I couldn't escape.
He had caught me. I closed my eyes, Looking down
He leaned in further, lifted my chin and pressed his forehead against mine. I could smell the cigarettes in his breath. I opened my eyes to his brown ones. I couldn't help but get lost in them. He took that as an advantage and pressed his lips to mine.
I pushed him away and ran. I ran all the way home and ignored my moms questions and ran straight to the bathroom brushing my teeth. I tried for hours to get the feeling of his lips off of mine.
