{ Abby's pov: }
I wash off the mascara streaks running down my cheeks and wrap up my blood-stained white jeans into a ball so the redness isn't visible.
I take a deep breath and turn the doorknob to reveal an empty hallway.
Perfect.
I've been locked in that bathroom for about a half hour and it's next period by now.
I rush to the trash bin by the cafeteria and throw my jeans away, they're no good anyway.
Then I head to geometry, to retrieve my bag and phone.
The door is open and there's no one in the classroom, it must be Mr. Smith's prep block.
I slip inside and quickly grab my things and go back out into the hall.
I have French now which is good, basically everyone is that class is an outcast so they're sure to not judge me.
I knock on the door and my teacher answers, not saying anything, just motioning for me to take my seat.
I sit down and open up my book, trying to catch up with whatever it is we're doing.
*•*•*•*•*
Lunch time, just great.
I keep my head down as I enter the cafeteria and try to avoid the remarks being made to me.
I hear one girl yell, "Next month, try to use a tampon!!"
I hold back the tears I feel coming and take a seat at an empty table.
The insults don't stop. I hear one after another, the next one always more hurtful than the one before.
Just as I think about getting up and going home, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I turn around to see Evan.
"What do you want?" I try to sound mad but you can hear the crack in my voice.
"I just-- are you okay?" He sounds worried.
"Fine, thanks."
He takes a deep breath and looks around to make sure no one's watching him talk to me. If anyone saw the Evan Hatchet, talking to me? Well that would turn this whole school upside down. He scratches the back of his neck like he's nervous then licks his lips before speaking. "Sorry you're being bullied, it's not right."
I can't help but blush a tiny bit to his concern for the situation, but a boy who's as much of a player as Evan Hatchet doesn't just change overnight. I give him a small smile and turn back in my chair, signally for him to leave.
I hear his footsteps depart and another set come towards me.
Please don't be a popular girl, please don't be a popular girl, please please please don't be a popular girl.
They're the ones making fun of me and I wouldn't be surprised if they came up to me and threw shade or even hit me.
I brace myself for the insults when I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. I turn around again to reveal Hannah.
"Abs! I am so so so so sorry I didn't come sooner! How are you? You doing okay?" She takes a seat next to me and I feel so grateful to have a best friend like her to come to my rescue.
"It's alright Han, I'm fine." I smile to show her I'm serious, but she sees right through me. I guess I should've known that if anybody would be able to know when I'm lying, it'd be Hannah.
"Abigail Foreman, I know you're not okay. And that's normal. I would feel the same way if something like that happened to me. And it doesn't help that the slut squad keeps bullying you just because they have nothing better to do." She groans at the thought of them. "Want me to take you home?"
I nod my head as a tear slips down my cheek. Hannah embraces me in a hug once more, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding on tight. When she releases, she wipes away my tears and smiles. "Let's go hun." She says. Then she helps me up and puts her arms around me like she's protecting me and guides me out of the cafeteria. We manage to escape without anyone else insulting me.
We grab our bags and everything and head outside to my car, the one that Hannah's been driving.
We were excused to leave, considering the circumstances.
I turn the radio up high and start singing along to all the songs I know. Hannah joins in and we have a mini jam session.
In this car, singing songs with my best friend is the perfect medicine for a bad day.
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A/N: sorry for not updating & that this chapter is kinda short, but i hope you enjoyed!!
Love y'all💗
xoxo Kelly<3
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Fiksi Remaja17 year old, Abby Forman is not necessarily a "goody two-shoes," but she doesn't like to break the rules. 17 year old, Evan Hatchet is not necessarily a "bad boy," but he doesn't like to follow the rules. So what happens when their two worlds sudd...