The Lead Singer [DISCONTINUED]

~two~

"I said I got two free tickets to a 5sos concert!"

"Why are you telling me this? You know I can't but own ticket."

"I know. But I got two. TWO MAL!! You're going with me you big idiot." I stopped right there and looked at her dead in the eyes. Was this some kind of joke? Is she trying to make me angry?

"You're being serious?" At this point I was over the point of 'freaking out'.

"I am!" After she finished her sentence the warning bell rang. "I guess that's my qué to go. I'll see you 3rd period?" I simply nodded and turned back around to get the rest of my things from my locker.

I shut my locker and of course Veronica was standing on the other side waiting for my to finish.

"What do you Veronica?"

"I want your brother. You should know this. He is the hottest guy in the senior class." It was true. My brother got the looks between us. He looks like a Barbie doll and I look like a raggedy ann.

"It sucks that he's take doesn't it." I stared her right in the eyes and broke through her posse.

"You know that he'll come to me one day!" With that I kept walking and just flicked my middle finger up high for her to see. "Fuck you Malaya. Fuck you!" I just kept walking ignoring the one person who's bullied me since 8th grade.

As soon as I got to my class I noticed something different.  It wasn't that the desks were moved or the walls were painted. I stopped my train of thought when see there was a new guy in my class. As I sat down my chair scrapped the floor and everyone looked at me.

"Sorry." Everyone looked back to the from where the teacher was introducing the new student.

"Everyone this is Macks. Macks you will be sitting next to the rude girl who decided to scrap her chair across the floor." With that I mentally called her a bitch. This teacher had to be the worst of them all. Her name was Miss. Bales. She was terrible. She didn't know when to stop Embarrassing students. She always made fun of them because they wouldn't understand or something. She was terrible. My thoughts were cut off by someone tapping on my arm. I immediately flinched that being my bad arm.

"Fuck!" I mumbled under my breath. I then looked at the new guy. He had dark brown floppy hair. He started to say something. All I was focused on was making sure these scars didn't open back up.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" I finally heard him say. I handed him a pencil and walked out of the class. I looked at my arm after locking a bathroom stall.

"Shit shit shit shit!" I grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and started to med my reopened cuts. It's not that it hurt, it's that it was going all down my arm.

It took me about 5 minutes to get cleaned up. When I went back to the classroom everyone was staring at me. That's when I noticed that I forgot to ask to be excused from class.

"Ms. Hill please see me after class."

Class dragged on. It was only 15 minutes but it felt like 15 years. I went to the front as the bell rang.

"Ms. Hill I'm going to need you to show Mr. Conwell around. You guys have all the same classes." Great I have the same classes as the guy who sent me to the bathroom. Why the hell does this have to happen to me.

"It's Malaya right? I'm Mac–"

"I know what your name is. And it's Mal. Just don't touch my arm again."

"Okay. Sorry if I hurt you. So where is maths?"

"It's in room C-134. Let me get my stuff and we'll go."

(a//n)

Short chapter. Sorry. But here you go. This is just kind of a filler but yeah