*Jessica's POV*
I quickly glance at the red bus standing at the bus stop before I walk the other way. After the incident which happened earlier this day, the only thing I've learnt is, never get on a bus with a red headed bitch on it.
I rub my hands together, warming myself up as I walk down the road. The weather was a bit chilly and I hadn't even brought a sweater along. I turn back and wave goodbye to a boy with a worried expression on his face. After 10 minutes of basically arguing back and forth, I finally convinced Liam that I could walk back home, alone. I basically ignored his suggestions which mostly consisted of him coming along with me but I knew that if he did come along, he would have to go on another round trip, to reach his house, which was on the other side. And plus, I didn't want to cause him any more trouble. I turned back again, walking faster, trying my best to reach home as fast as possible.
I just had the most fucked up birthday ever. I say to myself, walking down the street and I shiver as a gust of cold air hits me.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget"
I deeply frown as I force myself not to think about it, because if I do, I know I will end up crying. Well, crying isn't the answer to everyhting.
I rub my hands together to keep myself warm against the chilly weather. Suddenly, I almost jump as I feel something being placed on my back.
"Wha-" I turn back, greeted by a familiar face
"You'll need it" He says, his rosy lips forming a small smile, enough to make my heart flutter.
"No Harry I-" I try to protest but he silences me by putting his finger on my lips.
"Wear it"
I smile as I wear the jacket. To be honest, I'm actually quite relieved to see Harry. I haven't seen him since morning and as much as I hate to admit the fact, I missed him. But- my subconcious reminded me. He wasn't there for you. He wasn't there when you were locked up in a room. He wasn't there when you were crying. He wasn't there.
"Say, how was your day, love?" He asks, his voice a bit raspier than usual as he looks at me and I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. As much as I hate to admit it, I just love the fact that he called me love. I open my mouth wanting to say something but suddenly I stop as I notice something.
"What is that?" I ask, pointing towards the white cloth wrapped around his arm.
"Oh this" He says, looking at his arm. "I got a new tattoo"
"Oh.. You bunked school today to get a tattoo?"
"Yeah" he says, a small smile on his face.
He was getting a goddamned tattoo when you were crying for help, my subconcious reminds me but I push the thought away as I see worry flashing over his face.
"What's wrong?" He asks, his emerald gaze on me.
"Uh.. nothing" I say, forcing a small smile. "So..." I say, quickly, trying to change the subject. "Show me your tattoo"
A playful grin forms on his face as he slowly removes the white cloth, revealing the black ink littered on his arm, forming the image of a magnificent rose.
"Woah its-" I start to say as Harry looks up at me, raising an eyebrow. "I like it" I say and he almost chuckles. "Well, I like it too" he says, walking along with me. And this time, I don't object to him walking along with me. If it would've been the same situation 3-4 weeks earlier, then I would've cussed him out, telling him to go away or something. But now, I don't. Now-
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Fiksi PenggemarJessica Sanchez, is just one of those girls who gets bullied on a daily basis, fights the urge to cut everyday, gets called names, has no friends at all but still puts up with it. But when he comes along, everything changes for her, except the bully...