Womenizer 5o clock

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I finish my work and walk out to the yard . I wait for Trina .

I hear rockstar by Rihanna blasting from the cheerleaders car. I roll my eyes , crap it's a cool song but I don't wanna get frisked.

I sit down on the curb relaxing to Bob marley . All of his songs get me high without the weed .

I see her run to me and jump over me.

"Prepare to be suprised." She says like a gangster.

I laugh and put my hands up .

"What is it?" I ask.

"That Matt got caught with pictures of you." She says shocked.

I raise my eyebrow. I barley see him now after five fuckin years and we only were with eachother for an hour , til he helped me escape.

"How?"I ask.

She throws a bag of pictures at me. The first one was me on the tv missing. I look at the picture scared.

"I think they're trying to find me again ! " I cry.

I cover my mouth to see more pictures of me in middle school and in 5th grade.

I throw them to my side and run to the restroom.

I see the womenizer 5'oclock barge in me crying .

His eyes wide and shocked .

"It's not what it seems!" He states.

I look up and slap him.

"First , you fucking fuck the slut of the school and stalked me down for five year!!! And expect me to let you be a knight in fucking armor!" I yell.

He kisses me hardly.

My eyes were wide open trying to push him away. I slapped him and push him away.

"Tell your fucking dad he ruined my life." I croak .

"He's in jail for god sake he won't hurt you." He exclaims.

"But you will." I say running out to 5th period .

I get in my seat really wanting to leave .

I was at the verge of crying, I want to go home .

Flashbacks flood my mind everyday .its a curse that won't go away . I was getting better till to day.

It's been a long day , thank lord my last period is my free period so I could go home.

I get in my car and put on my Good demi Lovato and drive home.

I put in my key and get inside and pass out .

TODAY WAS THE WORST FIRST DAY MY SOPHOMORE YEAR OF HIGHSCHOOL .

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