Chapter 2
I opened my eyes and looked over at my clock. 8:30.
"Oh shit, not again,"I moaned, standing up and releasing that I still had the same clothes on as yesterday. I quickly brushed my hair out and fixed my mascara, pulling on my high waisted jeans and white converse. I ran to the bathroom, did my business and brush me teeth. I looked in the mirror. My jeans, converse and Nebraska hoodie was going to have to do. I picked up the phone to see a missed message from Amy.
"Hey Riles, my car broke down yesterday and it's still in the shop so I can't pick you up but hopefully it will be fixed tomorrow. I love you and I will see you later. Bye," her happy voice said.
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh on. I rushed down stairs and ran out the door, quickly shouting good bye to my mum and running down the street. I looked at my watch. 9:02. Great. The bell has already rang.
"Why do I do this to myself,"I said, leaning against a wall and slowly sliding down. I rested my head in my hands and eternally screamed. My phone started buzzing and I looked down to see Amy's face.
"Hey Amy,"I sighed.
"Where are you, are you ok?"she whispered.
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just sitting, drowning in my own misery,"I moaned.
"Aww wee puppy. What happened?,"she asked. I looked around at the small ally I was sitting in.
"I'm just not having the best day,"I said, standing up and pacing around.
"Well I'll text you later, I'm in the toilet and if I don't go back to class the teacher might suspect something,"she said.
"Ok, good bye,"I said, hanging up the phone and placing it in my pocket. I should probably start walking to school now.
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I got to school at 9:30 and walked to English. Now looking worse than before because I ran most of the way. I stubbled into class and everyone looked at me. I hate being the centre of attention but I always seem to be.
"Nice of you to join us Riley," Mrs Deyes sneered, twiddling a pen between her fingers.
"Em sorry miss,"I said walling toward my seat, trying to keep my head down.
"Yes, well I'm sorry that I'll have to give you a detention,"she smirked.
I sat down, forcing myself not to cry and looked over at Amy who was giving me a sad look. I smiled and opened my book. I didn't really know what to do so I just pretended I was reading for the remainder of the period.
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The bell for lunch went and Amy and I walked over to the lunch hall. We sat down and I told her everything that happened. She gave me a hug but I could tell she was trying not to laugh. Me being me I had forgotten any lunch or money so I just sat and chewed on some gum that I found in my pocket. I looked over at Amy who seemed to be staring at something.
"He is such a dick,"she said," but he is so hot".
I looked to see kian sitting with his feet on the table like he was the king, having a mini food fight with his friends.
"I know,"I said smiling," I don't understand why girls don't see that he is such a jerk".
Almost every girl in school was in love with him. Every girl apart from me of course. I stood up and walked over to the bin to take my gum out and when I turned around I was standing inches away from the only person I loathed.
"What the hell are you doing,"I said, pushing him away with my hand. But he grabbed it and pinned me against the wall. My heart started beating quicker and quicker and then he did something that I will never forget. He pressed his lips against mine and started kissing me hard. I have kissed boys before but it never felt like this. This felt......good and it felt right. What the hell are you doing! I pushed him off me.
"Why did you just do that Kian".
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