What I Heard.

Chapter 1- Kaylee

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School.

I hated that place.

Tomorrow was Monday, which meant that I had to go back to Oak View Academy. The loneliness would continue and I would be removed from the haven that was summer vacation.

Oak View Academy was exactly what you expect an expensive catholic school to be. Filled to the brim with plastic girls complete with too much lip-gloss and too much money and boys who only cared about the number of sports they played and the number of girls they banged. They were the sons and daughters of New York's elite class. Sometimes it seemed like their only hobby was gossiping. And, of course, making my life a living hell.

To be honest, it made sense. I was the ugly duckling. While the other girls paraded around school with their designer shoes and expensive handbags, I usually stayed cooped up in the library with music blasting through my headphones. They were tall and skinny and I was pudgy. They spent their time at the mall, traveling the world, or partying into the night. I preferred to read rather than shop, hated leaving my house unless it was absolutely necessary, and despised parties. It's not like I was ever invited, anyways.

It seemed like I was always alone. I liked it that way. I wouldn't have to deal with the stress and drama of fitting in.

A friend would be nice, though.

I looked over at the clock perched on my desk. It was 11:43. Sighing, I got off of my computer, folded up my headphones, and tucked myself into bed.

When all the lights were off, I whispered quietly, "Goodnight."

******

Beep. Beep. Beep.

School. 

Late. 

Groaning, I rolled over and turned off my alarm clock. I wanted to stay curled up under my pink comforter forever. Realizing that it would never happen, I pulled myself out of bed and into the shower.

After ten minutes, I ran down the stairs of my apartment dressed in my school uniform; a white dress shirt under a navy blue cardigan, all tucked into a plaid skirt reaching right above my knees.

"Kaylee, wait!" Lauren called after me. I had known her all my life, as she was one of the maids employed my parents. In her twenties and easily one of the prettiest people I knew. She was the closest thing I had to a sister, as I was an only child and didn't have any friends at school. "Aren't you going to eat before you leave?"

"I'll eat something at school."

"Here, take this." She handed me a banana. I took it, and put it into my bag.

Before running into the elevator, I shoved my feet into a scuffed up pair of high tops.

When I stepped out of the elevator, our doorman, Alfred, greeted me. He was an old man, well into his sixties, with graying hair and a heart of gold. He should be retired, but he claims that his job keeps him busy.

"Hey Kaylee," he called out.

"Hey Alfie!" I said while hopping into the black limo that had pulled up to take me to school.

When I got in, I rolled down the tinted window to hear him.

"Have fun in freshman year!" He yelled as the car pulled away. Rolling the window back up, I smiled to myself.

The ride to school was not very far, but with the New York City traffic, it could take ten minutes to go a couple of miles. As the limo inched along, I noticed a mother carrying a young child, while her husband rushed into a coffee shop.

My parents were never at home, and I never saw them much as a child. I guess when you have the entire New York stock market to dominate; your kid wasn't exactly a priority. They were always traveling for business and even when they were home, they never had time for me. I grew up around Alfred and the other maids in our household. They knew me better than my parents ever would.

As Oak View came into view, I braced myself for another torturous year. The gates opened when we approached them and we entered campus. Of all the things I hated about this school, the campus wasn't one of them. The mansion was an ornate building from colonial times, with marble pillars and large windows. Grass fields spread around for yards and yards. Kids wandered around the courtyard, finding their friends.

Opening the door, I silently hoped that this year would be different. I would find friends and not be the odd one out anymore. I had a feeling wasn't going to happen.

*******

I stepped into the crowded hallways, trying to get to my homeroom without any incidents. As I closer, I quickened my pace, trying to get to safety.

Suddenly, I was roughly shoved to the ground. My books flew to the floor and papers fluttered down. When I looked up, a pair of ice blue eyes met mine.

Oh no.

Ace.

He was the reason of my misery at Oak View. Sure, there were snotty girls who liked to make snide remarks whenever I walked by, but he was different. They were bullies. He was a tormenter. When I moved to New York in forth grade, he cut a chunk out of my hair. In seventh grade, he hid the frogs we dissected in bio in my desk. Long story short, he was evil.

Of course, he had to be one of the most popular boys in sophomore year and a year older than me. He had a new girl at his waist every week and many more trailing behind him.

His lips curled into a smirk when he saw me land flat on my butt on the cold floor. "How's Oak View's favorite fatass?" he asked the kids who stood in a circle around us.

They laughed. Every last one of them.

"Aww..." he pouted. "Are you still all alone?"

"Leave me alone," I mumbled, gathering my books off the ground.

"I'm sorry babe," He sneered with his voice sickly sweet. "That's not going to happen. Because you are a failure. Everyone hates you." The crowed voiced their agreement.

My eyes filled with hot, angry tears, threatening to spill. I pulled out my headphones from my bag, put them on, and started to walk away.

Don't listen to them. Don't hear.

"Hey fatass! I wasn't done talking to you!" He shouted as I sped away.

Briiiiinnnnggggg!

The morning bell rang and the crowds that had gathered dissipated. Saved by the bell, I smiled in victory. I was so close to reaching the door to the classroom.

Five more steps, I thought.

Four.

Three.

I was pushed against a locker by two strong arms, trapping me between them. I stared past Ace's shoulders, desperately trying to avoid eye contact. Squirming, I tried to escape his grasp. No luck.

I could feel his warm breath on my neck and his face, just inches from mine. His hand was at my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"I'm not done with you just yet, Kaylee."