The jock and the emo are what!? [UNDER EDITING]

Pain Pain go away

Walking away from Tristan seemed to lift a weight off my chest. He finally knew it was me he was bullying.

Signing, I shake my head knowing it wouldn't change anything. Slowing down, I hear some of the girls talking at the top if the stairs.

"She's such a little whore, I heard she fucked half the school this summer."

"How? She's so ugly and flat chested."

I roll my eyes, "How the fuck am I flat checked when I have bigger tits then you?"

"Escuse me?" One of them says, clearly not understanding I was talking to her.

"You had to have heard me, or did all that fake gold you flaunt in your ears give you an infection?"

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? It obviously isn't me, because if it was you made a mistake."
I guess she's trying to seem intimidating but in reality, I have to look down at her, "Oh hun I didn't make a mistake. But maybe you did thinking you were cute putting foundation on two shades darker. It looks like a brown crayola fucked you."

She narrows her dark brown eyes and steps closer, pushing me in the chest, "You obviously don't know who the fuck you're talking to."

"Don't put your fucking trashy ass hands on me." I growl out shoving her away from me.

"Did you really just fucking push me? Oh you got shit fucked up," she says before her cronies grab me and push me against the wall.

"Listen here you little whore," she says come face to face with me, her horrendous coffee breath hitting my sense of smell and making me gag, "If you don't know how to respect someone, then you need to be taught a lesson."

"And you need to be taught how to use a breath mint." I strain out, trying not to breathe.

She lets out a loud animalistic grunt, and pulls her fist back, as though she's going to punch me in the face.

"Do it bitch," I say, and just as she's about to clock me in the face, someone comes up and lifts her away.

"Let me at that bitch!" She screams thrashing around in someone's arms.

"Babe!," he says wrapping his arms around her trying to calm her down.

I see her let out a deep breath and bury her face in the boys chest.

The boy, I think shaking my head and pulling my arms out of the girls loosened grip, as if I didn't know it was Tristan.

"What is your problem?" Tristan says turning to face me and his deep green eyes display nothing but anger, and something else, something I can't quiet make out.

"My problem?" I ask laughing humorlessly "Ask that rat you just called babe."

Just as I turn to walk away, Tristan grabs my shoulder and pushes me up against the schools brick wall.

"Just because we used to be friends," he says through hard gritted teeth, "It doesn't mean I'll let you rag on my girlfriend."

With those final words, he pushes me towards the entrance of Eastman, causing me to stumble.

Turning around as I'm at the open glass doubles I flip him the bird and then walk inside.
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Sighing, I walk down the hall passing more girls eyeing me with distaste and a few guys checking me out.

Rolling my eyes I stop in front of my locker and open it, switching out my last class books for my first class books, I stuff them in my backpack and walk off towards English.

I was one of the first few people to make it to class, maybe because I actually liked this class or maybe it was just because I didn't really talk to anyone.

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Mr. Fuentes had just put us to work on a free write essay whenever someone knocks on the door.

I really pay no attention until I hear Mr. Fuentes say something that turns my blood cold.

"Why don't you go sit next to Skylar over in the back, she's the only single in a desk pair Tristan."

Whipping my head up, I wince as a pain shoots down my neck but that doesn't stop me from shooting daggars at my English teacher and the stupid prick continuing to walk closer to me.

Mr.Fuentes gives me a look to say we can talk about it after class before turning to walk back to his desk.

Before Tristan can even think about sitting down I grab the corner of the desk with the attached chair and push it a few inches away from mine.

"Really?" I hear him breathe out before he sits down and puts the desk back together.