Mother Forbids (an emo love story) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3.

I know I said I wasn't going to update until I got more votes, so here you go, hope you guys enjoy even though its gonna suck.

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It's been six months since Brandon died. The funeral was as normal as could be, black and lots of crying. Oh and just to add to the bad mood it poured, not drizzled, but poured. The school didn't do anything and everyone on the football team got a day off. Really...everything is the same as before. Except for me. Zale is being as overprotective as ever because he doesn't want his boo boo to get hurt. Oh, get a fucking life Zale, you only date me cause I'm a girl, which equals boobs.

I would never say that too him because he thinks every girl swoons over him, which includes me. Emily would probably have something to say against that too but she wouldn't even find out with her hanging out with Tristan so much. To be honest, I'm glad I barely see her. She acts as if she owns the damn school. Okay...technically she does, but still. That doesn't give you the right to be a bitch.

I leaned against my locker with my books against my chest and closed my eyes, waiting for the first bell.

"Hey Claire!"

uh-oh. It's Emily.

I opened my eyes and snapped, "What the fuck do you want Emily?"

She laughed. "Feisty today are we Thompson."

Thompson's my last name. Claire Elizabeth Thompson. Yup, that would be me.

"What do you want today Emily?" I sighed.

"Who said I wanted anything from you."

"Well you did just say my name," I said like its obvious.

"Yeah, we'll its a free country Thompson and I can say whatever I want."

She walked away quickly and Tristan followed like the little puppy dog he is. I checked the time on my iPod and put in my earbuds. 10 more minutes till I have to get to English.

Suddenly a pair of arms slip around my waist and I shiver. It's the man-whore boyfriend, aka Zale.

"Hey, babe," he whispers in my ear and starts to kiss my neck.

"Zale, quit it, people are staring."

His hand makes it way down to my butt and squeezes, causing me to gasp and slap his arm.

"Zale!"

"Hmm?"

I managed to choke out the words, "Stop, Zale. Not now...please."

"Fine," Zale growls.

He then removes himself from me and storms off, leaving me flushed. God...his moods wings give me whiplash. What is his problem lately..

****Lunch Time****

Thank god I got out of there. History is living hell. Fuck...I just remembered, it's lunch time.

Emily, Mckenzy, Kayla, and Zoey, Emily's gang, don't eat because they're all anorexic pigs. Instead they pull the outcasts from some of the lunch tables and beat them up in the halls. Sometimes with the help of Zale and Tristan.

It's disgusting really but I have to follow the Head Bitch's orders.

Today she had chosen a tall, blue eyed guy wearing black, ripped skinny jeans and a Pierce the Veil cut off tee. His black and cut 'Emo Style' hair covered his left eye.

I'd never seen him before, he must be new. Wow, first day and getting beat up already. I feel bad for him..

****After the beating****

"Claire! Stop staring at the freak it's time for lunch!" Emily yelled.

"I...I have to use the bathroom," I lied

"Fine." Then she added, "freak."

Emily and her gang laughed and then left and I walked over to the boy.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

I saw white scars on his wrist where his bracelets had been pushed back. I ran my finger over them to where a bruise was forming and he flinched.

"I'm sorry.."

I backed away and he grabbed my arm and fire shot through me. I wondered if he had felt it too.

He dropped my wrist. "Wh..why are you pitying me?"

I honestly didn't know.

"Because I've never seen you before and assumed you were new and..you don't deserved to be beat up."

His eyes met mine and he frowned.

"But you're just like them," he growled.

I looked down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. You wouldn't be here if you were just like them.."

"It's fine. But you are new aren't you?" I questioned.

"Yeah. It's Jesse by the way."

The sound of feet filled the halls. uh-oh I think it was Emily coming back. Fear flashed through his eyes and I knew he was thinking the same thing.

"You should probably go, uh.."

"Claire."

"Yeah. You should probably go Claire."

"Uh..right." I knew Jesse and I couldn't be seen together.

I got up and left Jesse, walking away to the cafeteria.

I had so many questions. Were his scars from what I thought they were from? Was I the only one who felt the tingling sensation when he grabbed my arm? When would I see him again? Could I prevent Emily from beating him up?

God.. I didn't know. I sat down at a table shaking my head slightly.

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Hey, um the next update will be the same time frame, just in Jesse's POV. You can skip it if you want. (Picture of Jesse is on the cover) Sorry if I make mistakes, I'm doing this on my iPod. Comment, vote, fan! Baii cheese curds!