The following morning, I scrambled out of my bed and began to ready myself for the school day. I carefully avoided touching my sore wound as I got dressed. Once I had finished, I grabbed my school bad before walking out of my room and to the bathroom.
Taking my hair brush out of my drawer, I began brushing all of the tangles and knots out of my hair. In a matter of minutes, my hair was soon soft and silky. I took care of my hygiene needs and moved on to doing my makeup. Once I had finished with that, I departed from the bathroom and descended from the stair case.
My eyes roamed around the room and I perked my ears, listening to my surroundings closely. I sighed in relief as I knew that my aunt and uncle had already left for work. Sometimes, I had to be wary because once in a while, they had gotten days off from wherever it was that they worked at. Or, they just simply called in "sick" or said they had a "family emergency" and stayed home.
Looking at the microwave, I checked the current time. I still had a good thirty minutes until my bus would arrive. I took the time to eat a bit of breakfast. After I had eaten, I popped a breath mint in my mouth and then walked out of the house.
I took my time walking down the street to my bus stop. I still had enough time on my hands. Besides, I was still in a lot of pain. My legs were bruised and sore. They were covered by the skinny jeans that I was wearing. I wore skinny jeans most of the time anyways so I guess it all worked out just fine for me.
The bus arrived just a few minutes later and I made my way to the very back, slumping into my usual seat. No one sat there either because they were afraid of me or it was because of the mere fact that they just didn't like me.
Guys never really learned their lesson though. it was the girls who mostly stayed away from me and made fun of me the most. The guys thought that I was very pretty. They want to get their way with me. If they ever tried anything on me, they would get hurt in return. All the same, they never learned their lesson. Idiots.
As the bus began driving off, a guy from the football team walked over to me ans sat down in my seat, a smirk on his face.
"Hey Schizo!" he sneered, scooting closer to me in the seat.
"Todd," I said, hissing his name. "What are you doing? This is my seat. Get out."
Todd chuckled. "Oh, I just thought that you looked pretty today."
He smirked and placed a hand on the side that my wound was on, causing me to jump in pain. His other hand reached for my breasts. Before he could touch me, I flicked my hand forward, grabbed his wrist, and snapped it down quickly, causing it to break.
"You bitch!" he yelled, glaring at me. He held his wrist close to his chest and left my seat.
"That's what you get, asshole!" I called after him, fuming.
The bus had grown awfully quiet after they had see or heard what had just happened. I heard quite a few "Damn Claire!'s" and saw a few frightened faces peering at me in the aisle.
When we arrived at the school, no one else dared to mess around with me. They left me in peace as I made my way off the bus, into the building, and down the wing my first period classroom was in. I made my way to my locker and first period class. I took my usual seat next to my best friend Logan Page, ignoring the stares that I received from my classmates.
"Hi Claire," Logan chirped, smiling warmly.
I attempted to smile back, but I was in too much of a sour mood to do so. "Hey Logan."
"What's the matter?" she murmured, catching on that I was feeling depressed and angry.
"Todd. I broke his wrist because he tried touching me inappropriately. My aunt and uncle made me feel like crap yesterday as well. And I'm in a lot of pain. I went cliff diving. I cut my side on a sharp rock and bruised my legs doing all kinds of crazy stuff," I said. Logan didn't know that I was abused. No one did. I let Logan believe that I was some sort of dare devil who got hurt from all of the "stunts" that I did.
Logan growled in irritation. "I'm going to kill that boy."
I chuckled darkly. "It's totally fine Logan. I don't think he'll be messing around with me again anytime soon. Besides, you know me. I might just kill him myself if I'm driven to that point."
Logan shook her head with a sly smile playing on her lips. "Don't do anything that will eventually get you into some serious trouble."
My eyes caught sight of Aaron Page walking into the classroom. He was Logan's twin brother. "You may have spoken a little bit too soon, my dear. Trouble is making their way over here."
I heard her mutter the word "fuck" multiple times as she glanced over at her brother. As much as he irritated her and as much as she claimed to hate him, I knew that she loved him. They were siblings. Twins. They shared a bond.
Aaron slid into the seat in front of me. I didn't know what he was doing here. He wasn't in this period. He didn't even take this class.
"Hey, Psycho," Aaron smirked.
"What are you doing here?" Logan hissed before i could say a word. "You don't have Calculus for your first period class. Hell, you don't take Calculus at all!"
Aaron smirked once more. "School switched up my schedule. They figured out that I have been playing dumb."
"Dammit," I muttered. "Didn't think he had a brain."
Logan was nodding her head in agreement. "Neither did I. Well, I've definitely learned something new at school today. I guess school is educational after all."
Aaron rolled his eyes. "Whatever, sis. So, Psycho, make any new cuts on your arms lately?"
I grit my teeth and clenched my fists in my agitation. "No, asshole. What's it to you?"
"You're the emo bitch of the school, aren't you? You cut yourself after all," Aaron stated.
I glared at him. "No. You should know very well that labels and stereotypes are nonexistent things. Jack ass."
The teacher cleared his throat as he entered the classroom at the ring of the bell. "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be welcoming Aaron Page in this class. Turns out he's one of the smartest guys in the school. Athletic and intelligent. How is that for a star student?"
The kids in the class were all smiles and had begun cheering and clapping. Deep down within me, I was beyond thrilled as well that he'd be in more of my classes. But I was also very disappointed. I was in love with Aaron, yes, for whatever reason but I hated how he treated me. Why did I love him? Aaron was a complete asshole but he was just...I don't know. I saw something in him that made me like him. But what was it?
"Oh joy," Logan muttered. "I thought schools tried to separate siblings. Especially those who are twins. I guess not."
"Miss Page, please be quiet. Whether you get along with your brother or not does not matter. Behave yourself. I will make sure that you two will not run into any form of conflict," said the teacher.
Logan and I rolled my eyes and tuned in to the lesson as the teacher began to explain everything for the class period. This was going to be a long day.
