I slammed the closet door shut, and looked at Tara with a panicked look superglued ontop of a angry one all glued to my face. " What the hell, Jess?!" She screamed in rage. I covered her mouth with my hand.
" Do you remember how we met?" I asked her. She yanked my hand from her mouth and said " Yes! You were trying to hide from your boyfriend M-" she started to say before I slammed my hand to her mouth again " DONT SAY THE NAME!" I scream/whispered. I saw the fear in her eyes and I let go.
" The. Devil. Has. Arrived." I said. She gasped. " You mean he's-" she stopped short. There was a knock at the janitors door.
I quickly turned to her. " We will talk later. Okay?" I said and flew out the closet, making a beeline for my class.
Whatever I should EVER do, I will NOT talk to him.
While I am running I flash back to the day we last saw each other. 8th grade. All of a sudden the names he called me, behind my back, came flooding in.
Bitch.
Crooked toothed.
Whore.
The last thing, the string of words that formed the one sentence that I had dreaded for years.
" I never even liked her anyway."
A tear started to come out but I forced it back in. Right when I did, my hand hit the door of the class, and in I went.
I took my seat, slightly covering my face. Once the bell had rung, I revealed it with a faint smile, like I always had on. ( though it was always fake ).
I started doodling in my spiral, like I always do. Today won't be terrible just because I saw the boy who nearly crushed my every being.
...
Who am I kidding. It will.
" Okay class, welcome back! Our new student, uh..." Mr. Flyerman checked his clipboard. " Mathew Smith, will be joining us. He should-" right as he said it the door opened. A wave of panic flowed over me and I froze like stone.
My eyes jerked to the empty seat next to me and quickly put my backpack there. I breathed out. Nothing to worry about.
" Mr. Smith, why don't you take the seat next to Miss Lovell." My head shot up. " Uh, sorry Mr. Flyerman! My backpack needs a seat, and uh, it's taken..." I said. Mr. Flyerman raised his eyebrow. " Miss Lovell, remove your backpack please." He said so sternly, it made me shiver a bit.
I sighed and removed it, as Mathew slumped down.
He is NOT going to ruin my day...
