"SUMMER GET YOU'RE ASS UP, YOU NEED TO BE AT SCHOOL IN AN HOUR. YOU BETTER NOT BE LATE." His voice pierces through my ears, waking me up instantly. Mind you, I wasn't exactly able to sleep right. If I heard him right, I only have an hour. How the hell am I going to get ready in an hour? I start panicking. I skip a shower and head straight to my dresser. I pull out panties, a bra, grey sweatpants, and a purple jumper. After I'm dressed I head to the bathroom and put my makeup on. Just concealer and mascara will have to do. When I look in the mirror all I face is disgust. Im worthless, I know I am, I don't belong anywhere, I'm not loved. What they say every day is true. When im done I head down stairs, clearly I don't have enough time to eat cause someone didn't wake me up earlier. I see Liam sitting at the table eating cereal, he looks at me and smiles, I just nod. See, when we're at home hes so nice, why is it when he's with his friends he's an ass? Why can't it be like this all the time? "Liam your taking the whore to school, i'm too drunk," My dad says, slurring his words. Ouch, that stung. Why does my dad not hate Liam? Why me? Why must I go through this horrible life? "Come on Summer hurry up, were gonna be late!" Liam shouted. I just looked down, I don't talk, but when I do it's to my only friend Niall. I just don't see the point in wasting my words on people who will just teist them and use them against me. The boys bullied all my other friends away from me, but Niall being who he is stayed, while all the others left. We arrive at school, Liam must have sensed me tense up, because he asked if I was okay. I nodded yes. Liam parked the car and we got out, I'm really not ready to go in there, but then again I never was. We all know what's going to happen. Just then I spot Harry and his clique waiting for Liam at his locker. Liam moves away from me and gives me a dirty look. I look at Harry and see him smirking. I look down and walk to my locker. "Hey whore". Before I realized whats going on, I'm pushed against my locker with Harry infront of me and all the others watching from behind. "I can't wait to show you what kind of punishment we have in store for you, meet us behind the school at the end of the day or.. Well you know what will happen." Harry said evilly. I nodded really quickly. I've tried blowing them off before, let's just say I wasn't thinking straight for a few days. Harry got off me and went back with his friends. They all walked away laughing, even if Harry was my bully he was still insanely attractive. "Summer!" I hear someone shout. I look to my left and theres Niall running towards me. I smile. "Hi!" He said, out of breath. I waved and said a quiet hello. The bell rings signaling us to go to class, unfortantly Niall and I have no classes together, instead I had all my classes with Harry and some of the boys aswell. "Ms.Winters, you're late, sit." I nodded. I grabbed out my scetch pad and started drawing a dead rose, this dead rose symbolizes me and how dead and drained I am on the inside. I sat my pencil down, frustrated as I couldn't get the leaves right, I never can. Finally the class is finished and we have lunch now, I usually don't eat in the cafiteria, I usually eat in the library. When i'm done eating I start heading to my next class, until I hear the voice I really wish didn't exist. "Summer, wait!" Its the one and only Zayn Malik. I slow down and wait for him. "I need to ask you a question." He asks nervously. I nod as he takes me to the ganitors closet. "Summer you're pretty". I felt my heart beat a million times per hour and look up at him with wide eyes. Him, Zayn Malik, the cool popular one, telling ME the ugly, fat, worthless one, I'M pretty? This must be a set up. "I've loved you for so long," before this went on for too long, I stop him by walking away. I looked down. Clearly this was a set up, no way in hell would Zayn Malik be telling me that he loves me. He's a vial creature, he doesn't know what love is. With that I walk to my next class
Harry sits down next to me and smirks. after a little bit I feel a hand on my thigh, I follow the arm and find harry smirking down at his paper. I swat his hand away but I keeps ending up on my thigh. I groan, and pass him a note.
"Could you um get your hand of my thigh please?"
A few seconds later I get the note back.
"Nah im good, infact I think ill move it a bit higher"
He moves his hand higher and Higher until it gets in the warning zone, I immediately stood up and ran out crying. I can't handel this, they push me to the limit and I can't handel it anymore.
I just left, with out telling anyone why. I ran out into the hall as fast as my legs could carry me. A bit more longer down the hall I just dropped and sobbed.
I hear the door open and see Harry, he sees me and starts coming towards me. I wipe my tears and run again. I reach the girls washroom and lock myself in one of the stalls.
"Summer if you think im too chicken to go in there and get you, your wrong. Now I suggest coming out now before you make things worse"
Hes right. I stood up and unlocked the stall. I started walking towards the door, but I check my makeup first to see if its running. Thank god its not.
I walk out and see Harry standing there, I walk away with my head down. I don't get very far before I get tugged back into a hard chest. I looked up. Harrys face was dangerously close to mine. I look back down, then Harry pushed me. I tried to get back up but he just kicked me down again. I began to cry again. Harry kneeled infront of me, his knees cracking on the way down. He lifted my head with his hand, his fingers squeezing into my cheeks.
"Aw babe don't cry. We both know you deserve this" he stated. Was he right though. He kissed my forhead and walked off. I wiped the remaining gross kiss off my forhead and I just sat crying in the middle of the hall for the rest of class.
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