Walking through the doors of hell, I took in a deep breath to prepare what was going to happen next. Immediately after stepping foot on the hallway, all heads were turned towards me. I kept on a straight face as I continued walking straight ahead, despite not knowing where I would go. Whispers and soft chuckles could be heard as fingers were pointed directly at me. Probably making fun of my bright clothes.
" Aye yo Freak!" a voice was heard from behind me.
I turned around to see who it was.
" Aw, she knows her name!" commented one of the girls, followed by laughter from around me.
Annoyed by the sounds, my anger raised and it was turned towards the girl. I gritted my teeth as I stomped towards her. Once her friends had noticed me and warned her, I quickly grabbed her hair towards the floor, earning a crying screech from her. I smiled, looking at the scene I created called Art.
" The names Maya Hart, bitch," I spat at her.
Walking away, I smirked at everybody shooting me disgusted faces. I didn't care what the think of me, I didn't care about anything at all. Until I collided with him.
UGH
I fell onto the ground along with the guy I bumped into. Laughter filled the air as I remained on the floor, rubbing the imaginary dirt off of me.
" I am so sorry," he held out his hand to lift me up.
Immediately, a flash went right before my eyes as memories filled my thoughts.
" Holy fuck, how much do you weigh for a twelve year old?" he laughed as I stood up, " Fifty? Ninety pounds?" his friends joined him.
Brushing the sand off my yellow dress, I hung my head low in embarrassment. Children pointing fingers at me as they exchanged laughter and whispers among each other. I kept on turning around, to realize that I was surrounded by them.
Dizziness hit me hard as I fell to the ground, closing my ears, hoping that this was a dream. Instead, the laughter grew even louder. Unable to take it any longer, I ran, I ran into the school, away from the playground full of monsters.
With tears streaming down my face, I let out loud sobs. Disappointed that nobody ha noticed my sorrow through the hallway, I gave up. I took the necessary items from my locker and ran home. Not that I would get any attention there, but it would feel better.
" Hello?" a deep voice asked repeatedly.
I shook my head to get back on earth as I looked forward, to see a rather attractive male. I took notice of his features. Dirty blonde hair, green eyes and a sharp jawline followed by a worried expression on his face.
" Are you okay?" he asked, hand still held out in front of me.
At that moment, I wanted to break down into his arms. Listening to his tone full of concern, it was the first time somebody actually meant the question. I wanted to tell him that I was in fact not okay. I wanted to tell him that I had nobody in my life that actually cared for me emotionally.
But alas, my ego took over my emotions as I quickly stood up, brushing the imaginary dirt off me once again. Putting on a straight face, I looked down at the squatting guy.
" I do not need anything," I spat, walking away from him before turning around on my heels, " And next time, watch where you're going," I said, turning around once more to walk...... towards wherever the hell I end up at.
Mentally screaming at myself for not asking where to go, I continued walking with a straight face, ignoring the stares and whispers I was getting. Finally reaching a door, I opened it, relieved to find somewhere to go.
Realization hit me once I took in the scent of the room I was about to enter. Shrieking, I closed the door and backed away. Once again, I bumped into something.
" Ow!" I groaned as I rubbed my forehead.
" Wow, for an egoistic girl, you sure are afraid of the men's toilet," a similar voice remarked.
Rolling my eyes, I looked up. It was him.
" You didn't smell what I had smelt," I defended myself.
" Oh, I smell it every single day of my life," he smiled, reaching his hand out to me.
Looking at his hand, I furrowed my eyebrows.
" What?" I asked.
" Well, I didn't get the chance to help you out earlier, so here's my chance," he smiled.
Without hesitation, I grabbed it as he pulled me up.
Slightly chuckling as I jumped on my two feet, he joined with that sweet smile of his.
" I'm Lucas," he introduced himself.
My smile turned into a frown once I heard those words. Lucas. Lucas. Green eyes. Dirty blonde hair. Sweet smile. It was him.
" Lucas Friar?" I asked, my tone remained stable.
Lucas' smile dropped, revealing the same frown I hated years ago. Furrowing his eyebrows, he scratched the back of his head.
" Uh, yeah?" he replied, clear;y uncomfortable.
Trying my very best to fight back my tears, I sniffed a little as I took a small glance at the ground.
" I'm Maya Hart, the girl who you thought was too heavy for a twelve year old," I said, almost choking on my words.
" Maya?" realization hit him as his eyes went wide open.
He studied my bright, yellow dress. My blue eyes and my body, noticing that I hadn't changed at all, aside from my extreme weight loss.
The moment was cut off by the bell, saving him from seeing me burst into tears. I couldn't believe that I actually wanted to use his arms to comfort me. I wanted to use the guy who made me like this, bring me to the way I was.
" Nice seeing you, Friar," I remarked, backing away from the monster that made my life a living hell.
Walking away, I shook my head in disbelief as I went for the door. Not the door of the classes, but the door to run away from school, again, because of him.
