safe

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•Jordan's POV•
I walked out of the door. I waited by the stop sign for the bus. I heard the old engine get closer to me. I took a deep breathe and walked onto the bus. I didn't make eye contact with anyone , I walked to the very back of this bus where I sat every morning and afternoon. I sat down and shuffled through the songs on my phone. "Start a Riot" by banners came on. I listened to the song until I got to school. I walked off the bus and walked into the school doors. I already felt eyes wander me and not in a good way. I hate school. Not because the learning part like everyone else but because of the people. The people are just cruel and evil here. I mentally don't understand how someone could be so mean. I walked towards my locker ignoring all of the comments from the other people. I opened my locker and a note fell out. I knew it was just going to make my day worse so I just threw it on the ground. I grabbed the books that I needed and walked to my first period. I sat in the very back of the room. No one ever talks to me. I have no friends. No one cares about me at all. Out of everything in this world that I could have all I want is confidence. That's all I want. Just to walk anywhere with my head held  high not down. Not having to worry about what others say about me. I am so insecure because of other people.
My name is Jordan Coleman. I am 17 years old. I am from New York but I live in Los Angeles with my mother, Crystal, my father, Peter, and my brother, Zach. We moved here because my father didn't like the cold weather in New York. He's selfish and didn't care what anyone else thought about New York so we all moved here with no choice. We moved here about a year ago.
I looked at everyone around me. I hated it here. Out of anywhere I could be this is the very last place I would want to be. I don't feel safe here. As you can tell I'm not liked here at my school. Which doesn't bother me it's the I guess you could say bullying part I don't like. People abuse me, and by people I mean my brother Zach and his girlfriend Shelby. Zach abuses me to get attention because he doesn't get enough at home. Everyone hates me because Zach decided to start a rumor on the first week of school about me. Everyone believed it too. Now everyone calls me a "whore" or a "slut" anywhere around that. It's not fair. Then when we get home he'll walk into my room and say sorry and how much he loves me. It gets on my nerves. I suffer because of him and only him. He is the reason I'm never safe.
The first period bell rang and I dragged myself out of the door. I knew that Zach would see me in the hallway so I tried my best to hide behind others while walking to my next class. He saw me. I saw the creepy little smirk he gave me. My heart sank. He rushed towards me and walked beside me like he was my best friend.
"So how has your day been sissy?" Zach asked with sarcasm. 
I ignored him and kept walking. He asked again and again. I felt the angered tone raise in his voice every time he asked. Next thing I knew I felt his cold hand swipe across my cheek. It was harder than usual. I somehow passed out.
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I woke up in the nurse's office. I heard Zach's voice.
"I-I-I don't know I saw my sister laying on the ground and I just rushed her here. I got so scared." Zach lied and started to pretend like he cared.
I didn't feel like listening to his awful voice anymore so I just walked out of the nurse like nothing happened. I walked to my second period class. I felt a tear roll down my face. I shouldn't cry but I do because I have nothing else to do. I walked into my second period with red eyes.
I sniffled "Sorry, I was late Mr.Drew."
"Jordan are you okay?" he asked with a concern look.
"Better than ever." I said as I started to cry more.
He nodded and continued talking to the class. I walked towards the back of the classroom. I sat in my seat and saw another figure sitting next to me. No one ever sits in the very back by me. "Are you okay?" The person asked.
I flinched. " Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry." I said thinking it was Zach because he had this class with me.
I started to cry and cry. No one noticed but that person. I didn't look to see who it was because my face hurt from Zach's slap.
At the end of the class Mr.Drew called a new student up to the front of the classroom. Apparently it wasn't Zach asking me if I was okay, it was the new student. He got up from his seat and walked to to front of the classroom. Mr. Drew announced him to the class. The boy spoke.
"Hi, I'm Cameron Dallas. I'm from Orlando,Florida." he smiled.
I looked up and saw him walking back to his seat. We made eye contact. He was very attractive. I wiped my eyes from my tears.
"I-I-I'm sorry for what I said earlier I thought you were my brother." I said softly to Cameron.
"Why would your brother hurt you?" Cameron asked.
"Because he likes attention." I started to feel more tears roll down my face. I could tell my cheeks were getting red from embarrassment. I never cry in front of people, but at this point I didn't care.
"That's sick" Cameron said as he closed his eyes.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Cameron.
"So what's your name?" Cameron asked.
"I'm Jordan Coleman."
"Hi Jordan, I'm Cameron" he chuckled.
I slightly smiled.
"Who's your brother?" Cameron asked.
I pointed to Zach and Cameron looked at him with a disgusted look. He looked back at me. Then the bell rang. The day went by slower than ever. I only had 3 out of 7 classes with Cameron. He sat by me in every single one of them. I knew soon that popularity would hit him and he wouldn't even know that I go to this school. I've come to get used to people not caring. I walked towards the bus and heard a car horn honk then someone scream "Jordan!" I jerked my head in the direction that I heard it from. I didn't see anything so I turned back around and kept walking. I heard it again and saw Cameron by I'm guessing his car looking at me. I pointed to myself and mouthed "me?" He nodded. I walked towards him looking down at the ground. I approached him.
"Do you need a ride?" Cameron asked.
"Well I was getting on the bus." I said
"Get in." Cameron pointed to his car
"What?" I asked.
"I'll take you home." Cameron said as he opened his car door.
I said okay and got into his car. He cranked the car and waited in the carline to get out of the the school parking lot.
"why do you sit all by yourself in all of your classes?" Cameron asked as he muted his radio.
"There is no use to sitting by someone no one likes me because of a stupid rumor that my brother started last year when we moved here." I said looking out of the window.
"What was the rumor?" Cameron asked.
"I'm sorry but I don't feel like talking about it." I said holding back tears.
"It's okay I understand." Cameron smiled.
"No you don't understand. Nobody does." I said as a tear rolled down my face.
Cameron looked over at me and saw my tears.
"Please don't cry." Cameron said with sympathy.
I hated when people felt sorry for me even though they should. I hate it with every bone in my body.
I nodded. Instead of him taking me to my house I showed him directions to the park I went everyday after school.
"Pull in here." I said as I pointed to the empty parking lot.
"This is a park?" Cameron said with a questionable tone.
"I come here everyday after school. Thank you for the ride. I'll see you tomorrow." I said as I shut the car door.
I kept walking to the bench underneath the old oak tree. I sit here everyday and write in my journal. I write about what I wish could be true. I reached the bench and sat down on the bench. I heard foot steps getting louder and louder. I looked up and saw Cameron. Why is he here?
"hi." Cameron said.
I just smiled. He sat down next to me.
"I came here because you looked so lonely walking all by yourself." Cameron said.
"Cameron I'm always lonely." I said with a chuckle.
"Yeah well you shouldn't be." he said.
"Thank you for talking to me and giving me a ride Cameron, but I don't want you to be hated here. It's sad that the people at our school are just as mature as middle schoolers but if you hang around me people won't like you." I said as I looked down into my notebook.
"I don't care. It's not fair what you have to go through. You need someone to be there for you. I'll be there for you I promise. I just want to be a good friend and care for you."