The Boy Next Door

0.2

     I kept my head down and held onto the straps of my backpack as I walked into my prison, where all the other innmates hated me. Sorry, school. My lilac colored hair covered my face, but it didn't do anything, people could see me from a mile away with it. Almost immediately, the bullying and taunting started.

"Hey look, it's band girl!"

"It's the freak!"

"Girls look, it's the weirdo who has no friends!"

"It's the retard!"

"Look, it's the weirdo who's mom was psycho and killed herself."

"Guys look, they let the freak out of her cage!"

     I pushed past everyone to try and get to my locker. I don't know why they bully me. Some kid named Ashton wears band shirts and acts like me everyday and no one says anything about it. I finally get through the giant sea of high schoolers, after getting some sticky notes that say 'freak' on them stuck to me. I crumple them up and throw them in the trash can that still have yesterday's on the bottom. I spin the combination on my lock 29-6-19, and open my locker to have my folder fall out with some of my binders and my papers fly everywhere. Shit. I'm already late and now I need to clean this up. I bend down to start cleaning it up and I don't even get halfway through making a pile before someone walking by kicks it over.

"Oops, sorry. I didn't see your pile there," some slut says in a "sympathetic" tone. I brush my hair out of my face and try to clean up again.

     Someone bends down to help me. His hair is an amazing shade of brown and he is wearing a band shirt as well. I recognize him, he's in Luke's band. I don't dare say anything, I'm too afraid to mess up. He hands me my papers.

"Thanks," I mumble, then start to walk off with my books.

"Hey! Wait!" I turn around.

"You like Metallica too?" he asks. I nod.

"I'm the retard with an awful taste in music, remember?" I say quietly, but I nod. I forgot I had a Metallica shirt on today. How the boy even noticed, I don't know.

"Don't say that."

"It's true, okay. No one likes me," I turn away and walk into my first period class ten minutes late without a pass. Shit shit shit.

"Ah. Miss Spencer. Nice of you to join us," my professor, Dr. Scholl says. I have chem with him. Every day. Everyone in the class bursts into laughter. I put my head down and walk to the back.

"What happened? Did you start crying about your mommy?" some kid asks me. People start passing mean notes to me. I just drop my head down. Hayden isn't here to protect me. Not anymore.

     During lunch, I skip and head outside to the tables. I try and go to an empty one, but some popular bimbo decides to spill my drink all over the ground. Great, now I have no drink. I take a seat and start eating.

"Don't get fat. Oh wait, its too late for that!" Someone yells. I know thats not true. I'm one of the skinniest girls in our grade, but it still hurts. I sit in silence, by myself, until Hayden joins me. The first thing he does when he sits down is check my wrists. It's what he always does. Every day. He's my guardian angel. A couple years ago I got suicidal, like my mom. But he saved me. But he's been starting to drift away from me.

"What's wrong?" he asks. He must sense something.

"It's getting worse. I can't go anywhere without someone saying something. Even the underclassmen. I can't handle it anymore," I say.

"You can do it. Just ignore them, okay?" Hayden says. I nod and look around, but I can't, it's not that easy. I see that kid who helped me looking over at us. He's by himself too.

"I'll be right back," I tell Hayden, then do something extremely stupid. I push myself into a standing postion from the hard bench and walk slowly through the extremely sunny courtyard, towards the angelic kid who helped me this morning.

"Hey," he says softly as I arrive next to him.

"Hi," I mumble. "Wait, are you a fan of mayday parade?" I ask, noticing his shirt. He nods.

"So, I never got to thank you for the help this morning. So, thanks," I mumble quietly. He giggles. It's adorable.

"You're welcome," he says. "One thing before you go. Your name and number, I want to get to know you," he says quietly. I smile softly. Someone is being nice to me.

"Actually that was two things, but my name's Grace. But if you want my number we need to talk more first," I reply.

"Offer taken. I'm Ashton by the way," He says. So this is Ashton. He seems so sweet, but all the rumors say he's weird. Like me. We walk back to my table and agree to meet up after school at my house.

Hey so my author's notes are going to be in bold and at the end of some chapters. Can I get some feedback on this? I know, it's probably awful, but if you give me feedback you get a free donut! Here's your donut: Now give me feedback!