Living With My Ex Who Hates Me

In The Closet

(Gabrielle's POV)
It's now day 4 of living with Kyndel and it's still hell. Yesterday at school his friends came up to me and started insulting me and one threw a book at me. Long story short, I was in the nurses office with a bloody nose and the guys got away clean because if I snitched, they would kill me. Oh yeah, and everyone found out Kyndel hooked up with me now I'm the whore of the day...so go me! Or should I say Go Kyndel. I hate how when people hook up, the guy gets away with literally everything and is congratulated but the girl is instantly considered a slut. At this point, I have nothing else to lose.
I get out of bed and get ready for school. I put on a cute white sweatshirt and leggings. I go into the bathroom and begin to do my makeup.
Thirty minutes after I start, I finally reach the last step of my eyes, liner and mascara. I carefully begin to line my eyelid with the black liquid. Left eye done. Perfect. Now onto the right eye. Just as I take my hand away from my eye, the boys' room's door suddenly flies open and knocks my hand back onto my face.
"Good morning, Vietnam!" Kyndel shouts in my ear. I turn to look in the mirror at the damage. There's a big long black streak along my left eye, going all the way down to the tip of my nose.
"Kyndel! This took half an hour!!!" I yell at him. I remembered my mother isn't home in the mornings and neither was his parents. It is just the children in the mornings. (My parents are divorced so my dad doesn't live here btw)

"Sorry, did I ruin your makeup" Kyndel asks in a 5 year old voice.

"Yes!!! Go away, now I have to do half of my face over!!!" I fume at him.

"Well, I need the bathroom for a little so get out" He says with a grim smile. Before I can answer, he pushes me out of the bathroom and back into my room, slams the door, and locks it. "Don't even bother trying the other door, it's locked too," Kyndel states. I check the time. 7:45. School starts in 30 minutes and I take 10 minutes to walk. Im screwed. I do everything I can while I wait for the bathroom to re-open: put some shoes on, grab some breakfast, curl my hair (my curler is in my room bc my makeup takes up the bathroom space). Ten more minutes pass and it is 7:55. The door finally clicks and I rush in to find the room stinking of cologne. I instantly go for the perfume sitting on the counter. I spray some on myself then realize my mistake. Dammit Kyndel. He replaced the perfume in the bottle with cologne. With no time to shower, I must now wear cologne to school. With no time left to spare, I frantically begin to work on my makeup. I remove the black streak from my face and begin to cover where the makeup remover left nothing. After I finally finish, I race out the door with my backpack and start my trek to school. 8:15. I'll definitely be late now.

*arrives at school at 8:30*

I check in with the front office and get my late note. I walk into my class and everyone falls silent. "Why are you late?" My teacher asks.

"Well," I begin, "my ex boyfriend, Kyndel, who hates me, also lives with me. Long story. So anyways, I was getting ready and he literally shoved me out of the bathroom and locked me out so I had to wait for him to get out and by the time he did, I was already gonna be late and now here I am" I say quickly.

"So you literally and figuratively sleep with Kyndel Barnett", a sophomore kid shouts out. (I'm a freshman in a sophomore class for Spanish) The class laughs.

"Shut up" the teacher hisses at him. "Well I'm sorry all that happened but try to just get to school on time for now on".
I nod my head and go to my desk. Class resumes.
After 45 minutes of learning Spanish, the bell rings and I get up to leave. I walk down the hall to my next class. As I pass a janitors closet, an arm pulls me into the black room.
"Gabrielle," a familiar voice says. "You sure have been through a lot these last three days." I just can't make out the voice. "I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to say that I don't think you deserve any of it. You are smart, beautiful, and amazing. Don't let these assholes make you forget that."
Before I can process the voice's words, I feel hands on either side of my waist and before I know it, the voice's lips are touching mine. He kisses me softly and pulls me close. I don't meven know who this is, but I want to know so bad. He breaks away from me and before I can ask who he was, the 1- minute warning bell rings and I am pushed out of the closet. The door shuts before I can get a glimpse of the guy who kissed me. I walk to class with nothing on my mind, but that kiss.

That is about the highlight of my day. For the rest of the day, I didn't even get sad when Kyndel and his friends tried to mess with me. Nothing ruined my day after that kiss. Boy am I sleeping good tonight.