Our Secret Game

Chapter 1 - Punching Bag

Emma's POV:

I threw off the covers, dragging myself to the closet.

Sweatpants and a hoody

The usual.

The last day of school is always the best. For most people -it is- but not for me.

Parking my Honda Mobilio in the school parking lot, I walked through the school entrance, slipping past bodies to get to my locker.

With my books clutched to my chest, I turned on my heel just in time to see Kelsey and Justin walking through the school entrance. His arm wrapped around Kelsey's waist, as she giggled at god knows what.

Kelsey Bynes and Justin Jenkins; the school perfect couple.

Perfect, my arse. 

Snapping back to reality, I ducked down. Holding my books close to my chest, I prayed to god they wouldn't see me.

But of course; fate is never on my side

Her six inch heels clicked against the floor, rather loudly. The sound got louder and louder until it stopped.

"Get up." Her cold voice rang through my ears. I refused to move, staying put. "Get. Up!" She spoke again, her voice hard. I mentally groaned but stood up nonetheless. 

The look in her eyes made me wince. If looks could kill... "I will say this once and only once. When I tell you to do something, you do it or else-" I nodded, not letting her finish.

She smirked a devious smirk just as Justin walked over. He too, held a devious grin on his lips. I mentally cursed and looked away. Wanting nothing more then to get away from here, I turned to the left and started down the hall.

More like stepped. Before I could even take a step, I was slammed into a locker. I screamed in pain as Kelsey fisted her hand in my hair. She yanked it up and my hands automatically flew to my hair, trying to reach her hand.

"Don't you ever walk away when I'm talking to you!" She shouted, rage burning in her eyes. "Understand!"

I choked out a yes, not being able to nod.

She gave me one more look before letting go of my hair and walking away, Justin following close by.

It was then I noticed the silence. Students had stopped to stare at the scene before their eyes. Some stared eye wide while a few snickered. Just as the bell rang they scattered away, leaving me alone in the hallways.

Oh, Kyle, where are you.

I slid down the locker and pulled my knees to my chest, tears threatening to spill. 

Yes, I've been called names and pushed around. Ignored and laughed at. But what just happend, has never happened.

After a few minutes of trying to even out my breathing, I picked up my books and walked to the toilets. I pushed the door open and dropped my books near the sink. I turned to the mirror as a squek left my lips. The girl staring back at me looked horrid. Her hair stood in all different angles. Red puffy eyes, not to forget the dark bags under her eyes. 

I groaned and started patting down my hair and after washing my eyes, I picked up my books and left the bathroom. Class was not an option right now so I made my way to my car.

For the rest of the hour I sat in my car listening to music, not that it was helping much but I had to do something to pass the time.

Times like this I needed Kyle. Kyle Faris. He's my best friend but I consider him a brother. Come to think of it, he's my only friend. We've practicaly been raised together. In a way, I wish he was there to help me but I also 'm glad he wasn't there. If he was.. well, you can only imagine what he would do.