Erin [editing]

EIGHTEEN| bitch slap

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"She was in a better mood today," laughed Grayson.

"You're right," I said while grabbing my things. "She didn't piss me off as much."

He laughed and pushed his hair out of his face. "You want me to carry your bags?"

"I can handle it," I muttered.

"You should get a locker so you won't have to carry your things around," said Grayson.

I rolled my eyes. "I can handle it, Grayson."

"Okay," he smiled. "Can I walk you to your next class then?"

I groaned and bit my tongue. He's really starting to aggravate me.

"I'm just going to art," I mumbled.

He smirked. "I'm going to music, it's in the same building."

I huffed and shrugged. Why does he want to follow me anyways? As soon as we walked out, we ran into Blair.

"This is what it's came to? Erin's got herself a senior!" Blair laughed.

"Bite me, Blair," I said rolling my eyes.

"You think you're so cool now that you're dating Mr. Grayson Carter here? I mean he is older than you by a few years, but then again, he is indeed he a senior!" Blair laughed.

"We're friends, get over yourself," Grayson said.

"Just friends? That's what all the senior citizens say right?" Blair laughed. "What is she, fresh-meat? Or is it soph-meat for the sophmores?"

I balled up my fist. "You're such a fucking bitch! Just leave me alone and go to Nick the dick, or is he with Nicola?"

Blair slapped me across the face before I could block her hand. I doubled over and caressed the pain on my cheek.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled.

My first instinct was to stand up and beat her ass for being a bitch, but my eyes started to water. I'm crying like a little bitch. My cheek hurts like shit and so does my fucking ego! I heard Grayson yelling at Blair as she walked away. He knelt down beside me and helped me stand. He looked into my eyes and wiped my tears. He hugged me and I couldn't help but to flinch. I didn't push him away immediately, but I pushed him away.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I huffed.

He let go of me and looked into my eyes. "Are you sure?"

I pushed him away from me. "Don't touch me."

The bell rung again signaling we were late for our next class. He frowned at me sympathetically.

"Come with me. I'll go get ice for your cheek," he sighed.

"I don't need any fucking ice!" I yelled. "Just leave me alone!"

I walked away from him and towards art. Why was he being so nice to me? He's such a fucking weirdo. I didn't hear him behind me so I knew I lost him. I wish I had my phone. I would text Louis right now and tell him to come and get me. During my walk to art, I saw the guy who calls me little sophomore just walk into the school. He looked at me and chuckled before walking away. What the hell? I wiped my dried tears and I walked into art. Mr. Friday was talking about different types of paint brushes.