Catch Me When I Fall

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A/N: Chapter two is up! :) Votes and comments are much appreciated for those silent viewers ;)

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Shanna71 who made a beautiful cover for my story. Cover is on the right ------------->

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"What a slut."

Without turning my head, my eyes were glued to the ground, deciding not to even bother with the person.

Even after a year have past, people won't stop talking about that "incident".

It's as if it's forever glued to their minds. As if they have to talk about it everytime they see.

If only they could just forget about it. The past is the past. But I guess it doesn't work that way for them. It sticks to them like glue and it also makes me uneasy about it. They remind me constantly about how much I was a whore and a slut to everyone. How I pulled a bitchy move to Melissa.

Little did they know what really happened.

Scratch that, none of them know what happened.

Walking down the same hallway with the same mean comments thrown at me makes me cringe every time. Fingers point at me while girls toss their hair to the side, laughing in my face. The bar of my self steem level lowers every time.

Now, it's close to the very bottom. And I'm sick and tired of all the crap people are giving to me just because I did something that I didn't do.

Right when I was about to walk into my next class, I stopped dead on my tracks.

Standing in front of the doorway was Melissa and Tara. They both exchanged looks as I turned around, walking back to where I came from.

"Where are you going? Your class is right here."

I stopped walking when I heard Tara say.

I turned back around and nodded, "I know."

As I walked past them and into the classroom, I could feel Melissa's gaze on me. She was probably eyeing me a skeptical look as if I was going to do something that would offend her.

Both Melissa and Tara's gaze made me feel uncomfortable. I wanted to escape from here but I couldn't because I knew they would say something about me trying to run away from them. They would call me a pussy and torment me all week long.

"Slept with anyone lately, Addy?"

I turned around and looked at Tara, "What?"

"You heard me. Have you tried to steal anyone else's honey lately? I mean, that's what you do, right?" she asked me, tauntingly.

Not knowing what to say, I decided to keep myself quiet. I swiftly glanced over at Melissa who was crossing her arms, sneering at me.

I could feel the class staring at me as Tara waited for me to answer.

I shook my head and she scoffed.

"Really? Are you sure, Addy? You better not be lying to me." she said.

As if the lord answered my cry for help, our Pre Calculus teacher, Mrs. Adler walks into the room. Everyone scurries back to their seats as Melissa gives me one last glare before returning to her desk, along with Tara.

I took seat in my desk and sighed as Mrs. Adler starts her lecture about functions.

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The day got worse once I entered the girl's bathroom after class.

I wanted to hide from the two back stabbing bitches and skip the next class, considering the fact that they're both in my class again.

I walked into the last stall in the bathroom and sat down on the floor against the wall. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them.

I didn't know what do from this point on.

Do I hide away until the day ends?

Do I suck it up and continue my day like I've always have been since day 1?

Questions and curiousity flooded inside my mind as I stretched my legs out and leaned my head against the wall.

Staring at my surroundings, my eyes caught something that was written on the bottom part of the bathroom stall door. They looked like scribbles but I eventually made out what it said.

"Addison Holt is nasty whore."

Then I saw something else scribbled above it.

"A.H. likes to suck dick."

Tears filled my eyes as I took a pen out of my bag and crossed the comment out.

When I looked back at the door, I realized there were a few more words scribbled onto it. Where they there before?

I scanned the door with my eyes and read all the comments on the door.

"Addy H is a fat slut."

"A.H. is a bitchy whore who likes to suck dick as a daily routine."

"I hate A.H."

"Addy's an attention seeking whore."

"A.H. is an ugly slut."

"A.H. should go die."

There were arrows pointing towards that comment, making my heart sink and shatter.

Wiping my tears away with my hand, I spot another comment written in big black letters in all capitals.

"GO KILL YOURSELF, ADDY H"

I fell to the ground and gently touched the door with my fingers.

Why do people hate me so much?

What did I do to make them hate me?

"Why would I believe some fucking whore who tried to trick my boyfriend?"

Right. That's why.

I read the last comment one more time and laughed with bitter sorrow in my voice.

"GO KILL YOURSELF, ADDY H"

Yeah, maybe I will.