Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

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Skylar's P.O.V.

It's now Wednesday. Thank god. Only a few more days until the weekend.

Grayson has been texting me every night to make sure I'm okay. Honestly I thought it would be annoying. But it's really sweet that he cares.

I'm definitely relieved that my secret's out. I don't think I could have kept it from him.

Ever since that day under the bleachers, we've gotten a lot closer. All three of the guys walk me to every class. I also haven't been bullied for two days straight now. That may not seem like a long time, but it absolutely lifts a weight off my shoulders.

Everything seems to be going well. It's all just falling into place. And I think Spencer likes Carter!

I know he's a huge player. But in all my years of seeing him flirt with girls, this just seems different. So I approve.

But, if he hurts her in any shape or form, I will personally beat the shit out of him.

Anyways...

I'm currently in fourth period, and once again, the bell is taking forever to ring.

Could this class be any worse? Seriously, I feel like I'm just going to fall asleep. What's she even sayi-

"Ms. Michaels are you even listening?"

"Wha- oh yeah. Um o-of course."

Smooth.

"How about you go up and solve the problem on the board?"

"Ummm sure. No problem."

I take a glance at the problem as I make my way to the front of the room.

Ha. Jokes on her. I could solve this problem in my sleep. As a third grader.

I write down the answer quickly then walk back to my seat with a proud smile on my face.

"Thank you, Ms. Michaels. Who wants to solve the next one?"

I can't believe she would doubt my math skills. Anyone with half a brain would know that I am in fact, a math genius. Some teachers just don't get it.

Suddenly, my wishes are granted, and the excusing bell resounds through the silent classroom.

All students stand up at once, pushing their way through the crowd to get to lunch. Hungry bastards.

I make my way down to the bleachers without grabbing a lunch. My father says I'm getting too fat, so he won't allow me to eat.

He's right, I shouldn't be eating so much. A few skipped meals won't hurt.

Once I arrive at the bleachers, I see Spencer sitting and talking to Isaac and Carter. Where's Grayson?

"Hey, guys!"

"Hey, Sky." They all say simultaneously.

"Where's Grayson?"

Spencer starts fiddling with her fingers in her lap. She does that when she's nervous or guilty. Why would she be nervous?

"Um... He won't be sitting with us today." Isaac says.

"Okay... Why not?"

"He's busy banging Britney in a janitors closet." Carter says with a shrug.

Ouch.

This causes Isaac to slap him in the back of the head.

"Ow! What the hell man!"