What he Doesn't Deserve

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Chapter 1:)

 

Rose's POV

 

 

It started in Hgh school. The torment. I hadn't always been bigger than everyone else but then I got to high school and skinnier girls, who would say anything to you to make you hurt, walked around, looking at you like you were fat.

I'll admit, I am definitely not the prettiest, My chubby face was cute but almost everyone clled me ugly, and of course fat. But the real torment was the day I looked into the eyes of Samuel Jackson or Sam, as everyone else called him, I knew him as The guy who was still ruining my life.

he started picking on me with his friends and the whole cheerleading group after I ran into him one day, our eyes had locked and he had instantly looked disgusted, I didn't really understand what had happened, and I had tried to apologise before I looked down and started to run away but he'd grabbed my arm and halued me back, I kept my eyes down while he glared at me, the intensity of his hate making me feel like someone who was worthless and the, like it was the most simple, easiest decision he had made in his life, like we hadn't just met, or I had killed his mother, My mind registered that he was speaking. "I'm going to make your life hell now,"He growled.

And He did. From that day on, Sam had made my life hell, and there had been nothing I could do to stop him, or them.

At first, Sam and the cheer squad, and the rest of the football team had been suttle and easy, a few names and glares, nothing that I couldn't handle. but then they had begun the shoving into lockers and hitting, everyday I would come home with a new bruise.

 I only ever cried  at night, when I was at home, in my bed, while everyone was sleeping. Sam and his friends made me feel like I was nothing. I felt like a piece of scum on their shoe.

In order to try to not gain their attention I always tried to dress subtly, like today I had on a pair of black skinnies, white tank with a blue button up shirt over it. I'd been shoved into the locker 3 times already. I sighed. This was usual. Keeping my head down, I kept walking.

I was on my way to lunch, when I was shoved into the locker by a girl, I looked to see Tiffany Kirts, the schools head cheerleader and slut in front of me, we were the only to in the hallway accept some of her bitch squad.

"Hey Flabbeo, Look, your taking up the hallway with your body, there is practically no room for the rest of us, maybe you should watch that," She growled. I flinched, I could feel my eyes watering as she grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the locker. ouch.

 She was extremely strong, I didn't understand, my head spun, "I'm sorry?"

 She slammed my head into the locker again, "Shut up, did I ask you to speak? No. Don't take up the walk way, lose an unlimited amount of kilos, and then maybe we could be nicer to you."

There was silence. Then her maniac laugh ran through the halls, "Kidding, you fat little slob. Your disgusting, even if you were skinny, I wouldn't pay any attention to you. Now try to remember that lesson Okay?" She chuckled humouresly, slamming my head again before walking off, I ran into the bathroom and looked at myself, my jaw and cheek were already bruising. Shit.

How the hell was I supposed to hide this from Andy?

 I pulled my hoodie up. I was late to my class. great.

I walked to my next class and explained to the teacher I was late because I got lost in my thoughts, I knew it wasn't believeable because of the bruises that stuck out like a sore thumb on my cheek and chin, but none the less, he nodded and sent me to the only desk left.

I cringed when I walked to it, finnaly decidding to look at who I was seated next to, I was terrified now.

Sam.

 He was probably going to  make me sit on the floor.

I sat down next to him quietly, hoping, praying we could just not notice each other. hearing him curse under his breath. I knew this wasn't the case. He knew I was there, and he didn't like it one bit. The rejection stung. I knew I was fat and ugly, but for once, I just wanted to be treated like a human being.

I looked up from my hood. "I'm Sorry, there was no where else left." I said, close to tears, I was an outsider, that nobody liked because of the way I disgusted them. I took a deep breath, holding all the feelings of rejection or pain inside.

 "Why the hell are you wearing a hood inside? Jesus you freak." He grunted. reaching up and pushing my hood from my face. I flinched away from his hand, scared that he would hit me, like the other girls.

He froze. Pulling his hand away from my face as the hood fell the rest of the way down. "What happened to your face?" He growled, his face void of emotion, but I thought I saw a flicker of rage and protection pass through it.

"I tripped," I answered immediately.

He looked away, "Fuck." 

I looked away and got back to work, praying that class would hurry up and finish, because I dont think I will be able to handle sitting with him for much longer. He scared me.

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