He Saved My Life

prologue

*FRESHMAN YEAR

The rumors spread like wildfire throughout the entire school. Layla Parker, the slut of the ninth grade. I was their target, and they hit spot on. It was her who started it. My best friend. Her name? Sophia Johnson, the evil backstabber who betrayed me. What was the rumor, you might ask? Well, I don't even know what the rumor is yet. So how am I supposed to know.

Every where I walked all I heard was "slut, freak, tramp, hoe," and any other possible word you could think off. That was what confused me. What had I done?

"Sophia, what's going on? Why are people insulting me?" I asked her, my eyes watering.

She laughed. "What's going on? What's going on is that you stole Noah from me. Your best friend! Why would you take my boyfriend, my first true love?"

"Sophie, what are you talking about? I know how much you love him and I would never, EVER do that to you," I replied.

"LIAR. Everyone knows what you did. I saw you with him. Don't try to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about you slut," she said.

"Sophie, you're joking, right? Why would I kiss, like, or even think about stealing your boyfriend?" I asked.

"Because you were jealous and you just had to have what was mine. I know you slept with him. When is the baby due? Or did you use protection?"

"SOPHIA JOHNSON!" I screamed loud enough for the whole school to hear.

She slapped me across the face. "I'm never speaking to you again. EVER."

She stalked off leaving me crying in the middle of the freshman hallway. So this is how it felt to be stabbed in the back. I hated it. By the time I had mustered up enough strength to get off of the floor, the bell had already rang. I wasn't going to class looking like this. I ran to the bathroom and fixed my make-up. I locked myself in the stall until the lunch bell rang. I went to the lunch room and sat at our normal table, but I was by myself. Sophia was at the jocks table, flirting with the quarterback of the football team. So much for Noah. I hadn't even spoke to him in three weeks. How could I have slept with him, unless I had gotten drunk at a party I didn't know I had went to.

I ate by myself and went to my next class. Even the teachers were avoiding me or giving me dirty looks. After school was over, I walked home. BY MYSELF. How surprising. Hint the sarcasm. I walked through the front door and was greeted by two unhappy parents.

"Layla Parker, you are a disgrace to this family. Sleeping with Sophia's boyfriend and not telling her? How could you? You are grounded," my mother said angrily.

"Mom, it's just a-"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM YOUNG LADY!" my father yelled. I ran up the stairs to my room and fell into my bed. I cried until I had no more tears. Thus the beginning of my screwed up life and my pathetic sob story.