Tell Me A Lie (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Skylar's P.O.V

You know that feeling when you feel like your trapped? Not trapped in a room but, kind of like that? Like trapped in your own body, it feels weird to move and you feel like your frozen and trapped? Well that's how I feel right now. I'm sadly at school right now and my friends Leslie and Razeeah aren't here today. At the moment Ashley and her slutty friends just tripped me in front of the whole cafeteria. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm wearing a shirt that Zayn got which happens to be my favorite and I had spaghetti. Just, wonderful.

"Oops! Sorry!" She yells sarcastically. by now the whole cafeteria is laughing at me. Suddenly the door gets kicked open.

"EY! WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING, YOU RACHET TRICKS!" The girl yells.

"Get out of here! You're just a cake faced slut!" Ashley yells.

"Oh, so I'm the slut? Says the one who's boobs are plastic and ass' are elastic! Oh by the way your extensions are falling out." Right after that was said; Ashley slapped her across the face. The girl didn't even flinch.

"Hit me one more time. I dare you." Once again, Ashley slapped her. The girl tackled Ashley and started slapping her. She grabs Ashley's hand and starts breaking her fake nails.

"Oh you won't needing these." She says. As soon as all of Ashley's fake nails are gone, she gets up and yells,

"YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" The girl shrugs and walks over to me.

"You alright?" She asks me.

"Yeah." I reply as she helps me up.

"Thanks." I tell her. "I'm Sky."

"No problem and I already know who you are, your Zayn's sister. I'm Mechaela Alfonso." She tells me. I smile and take a quick look at her features. She's black with brown eyes and black hair. She's really tall and has dimples. Me being the weird person I am, I poke her dimples. Luckily she laughs.

"So where are you from? You don't have a Bradford accent." I say.

"Oh I'm from Canada like you. My dad got a job transfer so now I'm here!" I smile happily knowing that I have a friend who's Canadian.

"So how old are you? You're really tall." She laughs a bit.

"Thanks and I'm 16 but, I'm in year 9. I missed a lot of years in school because of us traveling so much." She told me. We walk over to an empty table and start talking. I learned that she is 5"7, loves sports and she's not afraid to kick ass. She loves the color blue and hates school. We exchanged numbers and right now I'm walking home with Waliyha and Safaa. Waliyha gets out her phone and send me a text.

From: Waliyha

WE GOTTA TALK! As soon as we get home come 2 my room

To: Waliyha

Um......okay?

After I replied to her I turned off my phone and started thinking.

Does she know I cut?

Does she know I'm getting bullied?

WHAT DOES SHE KNOW!?

As soon as we get home Safaa skips inside without a care in the world. I sigh. I wish I was like that...Zayn comes up behind me and pretty much eats my cheek. Seriously, like he actually bit my cheek!

"What was that for? Now I have a bite mark on my cheek AND it's covered in Zayn slobber." I tell him. He just laughs. I shake my head and go up to Waliyha's room.