The Exception (Chris Brown Fan Fic)

One

What was the big deal about him? So what if he's rich and every girl in the school is in love with him? He's a complete asshole if you ask me.

This my life. I'm in the stupid 11th grade and you could say that I'm the most hated girl in school. Everyone hates me because I went off on Mr. Prettyboy, Chris Dawson. He is the most loved boy in this school and he's a junior just like me! I hate the guy with everything I have and he hates me back just as much. His life is so perfect. He probably doesn't have a mom that abandoned you or a father who tries to rape you every other night. Anyone else would've ran away right? But where in the hell am I gonna go? I'm only 16 about to be 17. I'm just waiting for school to be over so I could get away from the hateful stares. There was only two weeks left of school but it seemed like forever.

I tried to ignore everyone that was talking about me. That's all they did whenever they saw me. I held my books in my hand as I walked down the hall only to have a group of snotty girls knock them out my hand.

"Oops, sorry." Samantha, their leader, said. They all just laughed and walked away as I bent down to pick up my stuff. Some football jocks, including Mr. Prettyboy, walked by and ended up laughing at me too. I stuffed everything in my bag and hurried to class. Just two more weeks. I don't think I was gonna make it.

Chris's POV

"Aye, Chris? You up for tonight?" Jackson asked me.

"Uh, yeah. Whatever." I was too busy thinking about the bruises I saw on Carter MacMillan's back. Her shirt had rose up when she bent over to pick up her books and I saw them. They were covering her back like she had just gotten a horrible beating.

I know Carter hates me. And I hate her. She's just mad that I'm popular and she has no friends. It all started in 9th grade when I was picking on her and she finally went off on me and punched me in the face. She had a hard hit, I'll give her that. All the girls went crazy on her and they've been bullying her ever since. I use to feel sorry for her but ever since she snapped at me for trying to help her pick up her books, I didn't care anymore. She was just one of the many people I ignored. But today, the bruises. What were they from? Did the girls beat her up? No, I would've heard about it. I don't know why I was stressing myself over it, but the image was stuck in my head.

The last bell rung and I got my stuff together, heading outside to my car. My girlfriend, Samantha, ran up to me and took ahold of my arm.

"Chris, are you coming to the party tonight?" She questions, twirling a strand of her black hair on her finger. I didn't really like black hair but hey, it made her happy so I didn't say anything about it.

"What party?" I ask. Could this be the same thing Jackson was asking me about earlier today in class? I have no idea cause I was too busy thinking about the bruises on Carter's back. Carter. Her hair was a really deep red with a hint of brown. I loved the color of her hair.

"Chris! Hello?" Samantha snapped her fingers in front of my face. I looked at her.

"Why don't you dye your hair red?" I blurted out, not meaning to.

"What? My hair? I thought you liked black."

"I like red. Not actual red but a deep and dark red." I wonder if that color is Carter's natural color or is it hair dye. Her hair had always been like that but her mother could have dyed it when she was a baby. Nah, I doubt that.

"Lets talk about my hair later, are you coming?"

"To what?"

"Chris, you're hopeless. The party! Keith is throwing a party at his house tonight."

"Oh yeah. Sure, I'll go."

"Good. Pick me up at 6, okay?"

"I will." She gave me a kiss and hurried off in the direction if her little group she hangs out with.