It was currently Wednsday, three days since my breakdown, my fight with Tara, my house being destroyed and four days since my fling with Pierce. I was sweating so much wearing my long sleeve shirt and I've been avoiding everyone. I tried my best to get to class and leave it immediately as possible. Trevion didn't show up to school at all and I was relieved but at little worried and wondering if this is because Tara told him or if his dissapearance proves my suspicions that he actually destroyed my house.
When I woke up on Monday I had to admit, I was wondering why the fuck I cut myself but then I remembered all that happened and I broke down crying again. When I woke up though, I had 5 seconds of absolute cluelesness and then everything that happened comes slamming into my brain. This is pathetic of me. I overreacted over this. I'm a pathetic human being.
School wasn't even the worst part if my day. I mean it was hard walking through the doors. People stopped talking and just stared at me. My oversized sweatshirt didn't hide my bruised up face that well but at least it covered my cuts. First period was incredibly awkward. I realized that when I entered the room that Pierce was walking behind me the whole time and didn't try talking to me at all. I sit down quietly but the kid behind pulled my chair underneath from me and everyone laughed well I fell. I didn't bother yelling at the kid but just sat in my desk again.
Lunch was bad. Since I usually sit with Tara I decided to eat in the library but then got kicked out for hiding my food and secretly eating it. I walk out and sit on the abadoned stairwell that no one uses and finished eating my lunch there.
"Hey are you okay?" A mysterious voice said.
I jump at the sound of the voice. It startled me. I turn to try to see the face and I didn't recognize her. "Yeah, just got no friends to eat with so I sat here."
She gave me a small smile. "I'm new here so I can be your friend."
I laugh a heartless laugh. "Yeah, you don't want to do that. I'm kinda in a fucked up situation right now. Just please, leave me alone."
The mysterious girl sighs and walks away, leaving me by myself. My phone vibrates in my pants and I check to see who's calling. It was an unknown number. I hesistated before picking up but pressed answer.
"Is this Nina?" A deep voice says.
"Who are you?" I ask in a hard voice.
The phone was silent for a minute.
"I'm going to call the cops if this is my dad and file a report for harassment." I threaten.
A laugh echoes throughout the phone. I recognize it as my Dad's. "Oh honey, you don't want to do that. I have connections everywhere."
"What the hell do you want?" I hiss. "I thought you were done with me." I say as I grab my bookbag and start to head towards the entrance of the school to leave.
"I am nowhere near done with you Nina. I want my money and your mother knows what I'm talking about. Why do you think she wasn't home the day I destroyed your house?"
My mind went blank at that moment. I know my mom was a cruel woman but she would never let our house be destroyed or my life be in danger.
"She wouldn't do that." I reply finally.
"They why did it take you so long to reply? You considered if she valued your life over hers. She choose hers." He says with a cold laugh. "There's a lot of stuff you don't know about your mother Nina."
"I understand you want your money but why the hell are you harassing me about it. Talk to your goddamn wife." I spat.
"Because she's gone."
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He Only Likes White Girls
Teen FictionHi, I'm Nina Bhatnagar. No actually scratch that. That's my Indian name. America made my parents change their last name to Briggs because it was too hard to pronounce. What a joke. Try pronouncing Pierce. No its not pierce like pierce your ear, it's...