Bullied by Luke Hemmings

Chapter 1

I walk into school with my head hanging low, and my earbuds in.
I'm in choir, so I've came early to start practicing for our show next month.
Without thinking I keep my head down, and walk to my locker in silence.
I start unpacking my bag into my locker, and when I close it I see the last person I would like to see right now.
Luke Hemmings.
He is a tall, sexy, punk rock boy with tattoos and piercings, and he is also my biggest bully.
"Hey Blair." He says with an evil smirk written across his face.
"H-hi Luke." I stutter while looking up at his cold blue eyes.
"How's the family?" He winks while chuckling with pleasure.
Luke knows that my dad divorced my mom for a girl that is only two years older then me.
I stay quiet, not wanting to start crying.
After a few seconds I feel him grab me, and push my back hard against the locker.
In shock I sink to the floor in pain.
"You think you're too good to answer me you dumb bitch!?" He screams in my face.
"N-no" I say scared.
"Good. Because you aren't. All you are is a stupid girl, who thinks she is better then everyone else because your from America and have a rich mommy." He says with a proud smirk before walking away.
I stay sitting in the same place for a few minutes, just thinking.
I don't know why Luke and his friends hate me so much.
The first day I moved here in 9th grade, him and his minions started bullying me. They said it was because I have an annoying accent and I think I'm better then everyone else, but that is no reason to make my life a living hell for the last two and a half years.
After I was over the pain in my back I grabbed my things off of the ground and walked to the choir room.
I was about ten minutes late to practice so the only seats left were ones in the front, of course right in front of my favorite people! (Note my sarcasm)
"Hey bitch." Michael said into my ear since he was the one directly behind me.
"U-umm" I stutter out not knowing what to say.
"I heard that you ignored my friend Luke here this morning. Your going to regret that you little skank." Michael says with a scary smile.
Before he could say anything else the choir teacher started speaking.
"Ms. Wilson, could you tell the rest of the class why you are so late." Mr. Brown says while looking me dead in the eye.
I felt Luke giving me a warning glare from behind while Michael secretly pulled my hair to keep me from saying anything.
"M-my umm. My alarm clock didn't go off." I say nervously.
"Well since you got some extra sleep, why don't you try out first."
I stood up from my seat with wobbling legs as I walked to the front of the class.
"Okay."
I say before taking a deep breathe.
"I'll be singing Remembering Sunday by All Time Low." I say before closing my eyes and starting.
"He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what he needs

Now this place seems familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me

Even though she doesn't believe in love,
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me