Broken and Bruised

Chapter 1

I grabbed my bookbag and ran out of my room. Scared to be late for the first day. I hope nobody bothers me again this year but, good luck with that happening. "Fuck", i said as i tripped on the couch. And wobbled out of the door on my walk to hell, also known as school.

  When I walked into school, I could already feel the murmurs going around about me. I just put my head down and walked faster to homeroom in hopes nobody would notice me. "And your name is?", my homeroom teacher, Mr.Williams, asked me.

  "Cait-Caitlyn", i said shyly, still not looking up.

  "Okay, well I guess you're in my room; take a seat", he said as i hurried to the seat in the far back corner. i sat down and took my binder out of my bookbag and put it in my desk. My binder was black, with a bunch or band names on it. I loved it. Being a band geek and all. And then, I saw him. None other than Harley Alvert. He sat behind me in geography last year. And then, I developed feelings for him. Every time I would see him, I would get butterflies with really big wings in my stomach, and it felt like I couldn't breathe. When ever I wanted to talk to him, I would always get clammy hands and back out of it. Fucking mother of all god. Why does he have to sit next to me. I silently cursed at myself because there are plenty of other places to sit in the classroom.

  "Hey", he said. "I guess you're in my homeroom too".

   "Yea", I said scribbling in my notebook because I felt the heat creeping up my neck and a blush coming on.

   "Cool", he said looking at his schedule. The homeroom bell soon rang and homeroom started.

    "Okay everybody, my name is Mr. Williams and I guess I will be you're homeroom teacher for the remainder of the school year, So I want everybody to look to the person they are sitting next to and compare their schedules", he said the walking around the room to answer a couple of kids questions.

    "Okay , well I'm sitting next to you", Harley said with a little sarcasm in his voice. And god he sounded so hot.

     "Yup, lucky you", I said.

      "Well can I see your schedule?", he asked.

       "Sure", I said handing him my schedule as he handed me his.

        "Thanks", he said smiling.

         "Oh", I said to myself realizing that we had every single damn class together.

        "Well I guess we have every single class together", he said and then the bell rang. I guess you could say I was saved by the bell. Literally. I grabbed all my stuff and shuffled out of the classroom.

       As I entered my next class, I took a seat again, in the far back away from everybody as humanly possible. And guess who sat next to me? That's right, Mr. Sexy himself. otherwise known as Harley Alvert. Fuck my life.

     "Hey, you kind of left me in the dust back there, I didn't even see you leave", he said.

      "Sorry, I don't really like being late and all", I said quietly afraid of being too shy.

       "Neither do I", he said taking out his notebook and scribbling something on it.

       "That's nice", I said.

        "I'm having a party tonight, I just thought it would be really cool if you came and all, I mean you don't have to it-it was just", he started but I cut him off.

        "I'd love to come to your party", I said smiling, And suddenly I felt a rush of happiness over me.

        "Cool, text me when you're on your way", he said handing me a paper with is phone number with his address on it.

        "Thanks, I will", when the bell rang starting the class.