touring |g.d| MAJOR EDITING

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Flashback, seventh grade
"What's up slut?" I heard a voice say in my ear. "Shut up, Grayson." I say coldly. "Aw, you don't like that? How about whore?" I clench my teeth and keep my head facing my locker, taking out my books. "So," He says a bit louder, catching the attention of the kids in the hallway. "I heard you hooked up with Tony on Saturday." He laughed. I slammed my locker and turned around, watching him. "What's it matter to you, huh? You stopped caring about me two years ago." The smirk left his face for a split second but then returned. "Who said I ever cared, Evan? Because I didn't. Who would care about a spoiled slut that gives almost every guy she sees head? Oh, yeah, no one. You're nothing but a bitch that guys use and then throw out like a dirty tissue. You're worthless, Evangeline. Don't forget it." He finished his speech with shoving me backwards into the lockers and then slamming my books out of my hands.
Worthless.
Slut.
Whore.
Bitch.
Thot.
None of those words were new to me. I heard them everyday, walking down the hallway, in class, sometimes even out of school. 
I had done nothing to deserve it; in fact, I was a pretty good kid.  But one day my best friend decided to leave me and start bullying me, and I had no idea why. 
We were at a birthday party a while ago; I kissed one of his friends, and after that he never spoke to me again. 
Unless it was to call me a bitch. 
So now I deal with his tormenting.  Because what could I do?
I was just as worthless as he said I was and I knew it. 
Evangeline O' Conner was nothing but wasted space. 

"Evan!"  I shook myself out of my memories and stared at Rayne.  Her hazel eyes were filled with worry and relief at the same time. 
I felt something warm slide down my cheek; a tear. 
Gosh, was I crying?
"Are you okay?" She asks. I nod, taking some clothes from my closet and shoving them into my suitcase. "Yes."
Suddenly my door bell rang.  I let out a breath, happy to be removed from the awkward situation that was my life currently. 
I hopped down the stairs and entered the foyer, peering up at the sky light in the ceiling.  When I opened the door, my other best friend, Kelsey walked in.  She was famous on Vine; she was coming on the tour also. 
She looked at me, her eyes frantic, searching around the house.  She was breathing heavily; my guess she ran here from her house, which was a street over.  "Kels, what's-".
Tears brimming her eyes, she stares at me and croaks out; "We have an emergency."
"What happened?"  I ask as she hugs me tightly and sobs on my shoulder.  "I can't come on the tour!  My mom said because I failed history she's making me go to summer school." 
I wish I could say I didn't believe it, but I could.  Kelsey never was one to care for school, it didn't surprise me if she was failing. 
But even so, it breaks my heart to see her this upset.  It also hurts that now she won't be coming on the tour; she was going to be my lifeline and my shield against the boy I hated; now I would have to face this by myself.  Yes, I have other friends going on the tour, but it won't be the best summer ever without at least one of my best friends.  "That sucks, Kels. This summer is going to be unbearable with him."  I say, sighing.  She sniffles and looks up at me.  "Who?"  I look at her and roll my eyes. "Grayson." I say, walking back up to my room as Kelsey follows behind me. "Guess neither of us are having the summer we thought we would." I chuckle humorously and walk down the hallway.
"You're telling me."

So sorry for the ending, but at least I updated (: it's unedited, sorry but I was in class when I typed this.
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