Hate Is A Form Of Affection (UNEDITED)

Chapter 1

Hell. That's what my life is. I walk into The dirty, crowded Hallways of EastWood High. As I'm walking to my locker, I notice that everyone is staring at me. Do I have something on my face? Whatever, it's nothing that hasn't Happened before anyways. I arrive at my locker, and slowly turn the lock putting in my combination. My locker opens, but suddenly someone shuts it closed. Oh god no. I feel hands grab my shoulder, and turn me around, and there I look into the eyes of the guy I once used to know as my best friend. Matt Evans. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks me glaring intensely at me. "Please, just leave me alone" I say Turning my head away from him. I can't even look at him without the thought of wanting to throw up. He used to be such a good person. He puts his hand on my chin, and turns my head towards him, causing me to have to look at him. "Don't tell me what to do" he shoves me into the locker, and I let out a gasp. My books Fall to the ground, I try to pick them up, but before I could even try, He kicked them away from me. I hear Laughs surround me, and I look up to find everyone laughing and pointing at me. How can people be so cruel? I crouch down onto the floor, and pick up my stuff. I hear Matt scoff "your such a loser" he says smirking at me. "I have done nothing to you" I say as I get up from the floor holding my books close to my chest. Everyone stops talking, and stares at me surprised at the fact that I've actually said something other then "leave me alone" or "I'm sorry, please don't do this". Well I've had enough. He walks over to me slowly never taking his eyes off of me. "What did you just say? Who said that you could talk, cause I know I didn't". He stares into my eyes, and we have some sort of staring contest. "You heard what I said" As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I felt a sharp and stinging pain on my cheek. He slapped me. I grab the side of my face, and look at him. It hurts so bad. "Let this be a lesson, don't ever talk back to me again, or I swear I'll do much worse" he says as he pushes me to the floor and walks away, leaving me sitting alone on the hallway floor. Everyone leaves. Nobody even tries to help me. I rest my back onto the lockers, and put my head into my knees, as I slowly cry to myself, wishing, and hoping things could get better...