Anything It Takes 《SLOW UPDATES》

1.

"What's your name Cupcake?", Kayden asked me. I rolled my eyes at him, "Why do you care? You don't even know who I am. I'm a nobody", I snapped, glaring at them.

"Then tell us your name", Hunter challenged. I shook my head. "Not a chance", I scoffed, "I'm going to jump off that cliff and no one will ever have to put up with me ever again" I said firmly and stalked to over to the edge, only to have my arms grabbed again and pulled back by them again.

"Tell us your name Cupcake", Kayden said firmly.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. I'm Aspen Collins. Full time disappointment. Now, please, let me get back to my cliff.", I told them, making a move to walk away but their grips just getting tighter.

"Aspen?", Hunter looked at me with a confused face, that Blaine mimicked. "You know? The girl who gets tripped in up in the hallway, head shoved into toilets, beaten up by girls and boys alike?", I pressed, tears threatening to fall.

Kayden looked at me. "I know you!", He exclaimed, "You're the girl who sits in front of me in English!". What? "How do you even recognise me?", I asked, stunned. "The moonlight's shining on you, we can see your face", He answered. Oh, right, that's how I recognised them. Damn, I'm stupid.

"Please, let me go back to the edge", I begged them. They shook their heads. "No, the deal remember? We have 3 months to make you change your mind", Kayden said. "I never agreed to it".

"We have three months Aspen. If we haven't changed your mind by then, then you can do whatever you want. We just need three months", Blaine pleaded.

"Three months", I said, "Three months to change my mind and if I don't change it I can kill myself?", I looked at them for an answer. They nodded wordlessly.

"Okay. I guess it's a deal".

***

I woke up in bed and rubbed my eyes. The events from last night flashed in my head. I groaned. So it wasn't a dream. I was actually going to go through with it. But those boys had to come stumbling in and pull me away. Screw them.

They have three months to convince me to not kill myself. Three months sounds reasonable. At least it's not ten days or three weeks. I still don't understand why they want to help me though, because I'm nothing special with my plain, long, curly blonde hair and bluey-grey eyes, scars, new and old, all over my thighs, arms and waist. I'm just nothing. I got out of bed and quickly got dressed, wearing my long, black sleeved dress and black boots. I couldn't afford anyone seeing my scars, there would just be even more bullying.

I sighed, rubbing my face in my palms. I lived alone. My mom left a few years ago, saying something about some business trip and then leaving me for good.

Quickly brushing my hair, thanking god that my curls were cooperating today, I grabbed my keys from my desk and my bag.

I left my house and got into my car. I reversed out of my driveway and began the shitty journey to school.

***

I parked just outside of school, like usual. This routine of parking away from school and getting bullied was slowly becoming tedious. I'm just grateful I don't get the bus anymore. Now that was torture.

"Hey look! There's the loser!", Amber, my ex-best friend and current bully, yelled. Everyone's attention turned to Amber and her friends. "I know why her mom left her!", Paige, her new best friend, grinned, almost evilly. "Why?", the nicest of them, Madison, asked. "Because she's such a nuisance that even her own mom didn't want nothing to do with her!", Paige exclaimed, bursting into laughter. "I bet she shops from the dumpster", Amber smirked. "Yeah omg", Madison agreed, laughing.