His World

Chapter 3

Laylie

Asher. That is his name. The school has been ranting about his arrival since Monday. All the girls seem to be flaunting themselves at him every chance they get. And the guys seem to despise his presence.

But me. I just need to stay away from him. No distractions. No new friends. No love. I just need to get through this year and leave. However, Asher seems to be making that hard since he is in all my classes, plus he sits next to me in History.

It is strange though how he just appeared out of nowhere. He talks to no one at all, he just keeps to himself. I think that's what attracts the girls to him, his mysterious aura. I feel very timid around him, and I hate it. Every time I am around him, I have this strange feeling, not fear but something different, I just don't know what.

The day after I stayed at Nace's, my mother was furious, and what made matters worse, she was drunk. That night she beat me till she was so tired she passed out right on the couch. I laid there for probably 30 minutes in agonizing pain, with all the kicks and punches she threw at me, I felt as if I was gonna die. But as usual, the pain eventually went away, it always does, physically. But mentally, it will always be there.

My mother is drunk all the time, and mad too. She blames me for my father leaving us, and I feel she may be right.

Yesterday I was doing my homework as usual, in my bedroom. The next thing I know my mother barges through the door and throws her glass bottle at me. Her dull grey eyes stared at me, her blonde thin hair greasy, and face red full of fury.

That night she was so drunk I didn't know who she was. She kept on yelling that it was my fault he left. It was all my fault. That night she beat me with anything in her sight, she even hit me with one of her wooden paintings, that one hurt a lot. She then punched me in the face and now I look like I've just been jumped.

The only noticeable injury is the giant blue and purple bruise on the side of my face between my jaw and neck. But I can hide it with my hair, hopefully, no one will see it.

Its Friday finally, the week seemed to be dragging but now its come to an end. Nace and I are currently eating lunch. I look down at my sandwich, the bread is soggy, the lettuce seems to be weeks old due to the different colors of green and maybe gray? The meat looks like it has a slime coating. I then lose my appetite and get up to throw away the lunch. Geez can't this school at least provide some proper food since it is full of all these rich snobby kids?

"I'm not feeling so hungry, I'm just gonna go throw this away," I say to Nace as I get up.

"Okayys," she says with her mouth stuffed with French fries. I smile.

I start walking over to the trash bin and can feel everyone's judging eyes on me. I let out a shaky breath and dump my pathetic excuse of a lunch into the bin. I make sure my hair is still covering my bruise.

I keep my head down but then look up only to meet the pair of hazel-green eyes that has been consuming my thoughts. He has an intense look and its starting to make me feel uncomfortable. I quickly look back down and speed up my pace back to my seat.

I let out a few shaky breaths once I sit down.

"uhh- are you okay, you seem like you just ran away from Derrick. Wait?! Is he in the cafeteria? I swear I'll beat his ass!" Nace says and whips her head around.

"uh-um... yeah... I'm fine. And noooo it wasn't Derrick. I'm just exhausted and need sleep." I say looking up at her trying to give her a convincing smile. Ha, home, where that is my living hell.

"So-" Nace says taking a sip of her apple juice, "Oliver Grace is having this.... Get together at his house this weekend- and well, we should totally go.." Nace says knowing how I feel about Oliver's "get together's". I raise an eyebrow at her.