i quickly put away my journal as i walk up to the school building. the chills are already running all down my body. i slowly walk up to my locker, look around. So far no jock.
i quickly dial in my combination, open my locker when I get slammed into the lockers. Never mind i guess.
"watch where you are standing!" the jock says with he stupid stuck up laugh.
"watch where you are walking!" i say- in my head i just mentally slapped myself in the face. but saying that to the jock felt SO nice, and before i know it, i am STILL talking back to him.
"other people have lockers here too." i add. everyone looks at the both of us, the jock now walking quickly and standing right in front of my face. everyone gathers around both of us. Is this seriously happening right now?
"What did you just say? Klutz!" the jock asked as he kicked my leg.
"Ow, God!" i yell and grab my leg. he quickly grabs my forearms, just like the dream, and pins me to the lockers.
"Say it!" he yells in my face as my expression is obviously scared.
"HEY!" someone yells as the jock turns around, lets go, and causes me to fall.
all of the kids surrounding us parts away for the guy to walk through. Its the other popular kid.
"Dude, just back off Zayn." He says. Oh so thats the jocks name.
"Have you seen this idiot? why the hell would i?" Zayn asked.
"look everyone goes through things. Even Katyln, so just cut it out and leave her alone. Shes bot harming anyone." Harry says confidently. Hey wait. He knows my name.
"or what Styles?" Zayn says.
The guy is about to take a swing at Zayn when it gets interrupted.
"Everyone get to class!" the principal yells.
"Zayn, Harry, theres two seats in the office waiting for you. Katlyn, get off the floor and go to your next period!" she says. Oh shit, i didn't even realize i was even sitting down still. i get up and quickly run to class.
school ends and i walk out the door, today i have my job to do at the coffee shop on the corner.
Once i get to the shop i put of my apron. right now its quite slow considering everyone is still at work. i go for my backpack and grab my journal. i sit in on the counter and open it up to my dreams, scribbling down the recent event.
The bell at the top of the door rang meaning someone just walked in and sat down. i turn around and see the guy who defended me at school, i think his name was Harry. Well shit.
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