Let it be

Classy bitches

Dear Lennon,

I am utterly done with class, ADD and anger management, I am sitting in my normal spot in anger management class which was next to Billie. I tilt my head back and groan when the teacher comes in. I am so so so so so tired!!! I have to take these pills for the pain and it makes me loopy. The teacher comes in and sits in her regular spot as well.

"Good morning class," she chirps, I play with my crutches. I am fucked. We all say good morning back usually except for me and Derek the guy who cares about nothing.

"Annabelle I heard you got hurt what happened?." she asks, god I was hoping she wouldn't considering I beat up a teacher to get these crutches.

"I got into a pretty heated fight and well she was really good at it and I got body slammed to the ground and well I now have one leg," I joke wiggling my toes from the cast. She gives me a look of concern and disappointment. Typical look.

"Well as you know we don't accept fighting here so class we have a new student and he's running a bit late," she continues, the door opens and I guess the new kid is here. I gasp when I see him.

Vincent.

"Dean?!," I say my voice a tad bit loud. He raises his eyebrows and sits next to me.

"Oliver!." he scoffs. I wish I can kick him but I can't, I wish I can punch him but according to the teacher 'no fighting zone'.

"I take that you guys know each other?." the teacher asks pointing between us both. I groan and mutter "I wish I didn't".

"He's the father of my best friends unborn child." I groan. "Such an asshat this one." I chuckle and the teacher wags a finger at me.

"And she is the annoying punk ass girl who can't get over it!," he yells at me. This turns into a battlefield of us throwing insults back and forth. I cup my ears when the teacher blows an air horn at us.

"There will be no cursing or fighting in my class!," she yells. Damn short girl problems. I play with my bracelets.

"So Vincent tell us about yourself," she says, the tone of her once satanic voice to an angelic tone. I smirk, she's so fake!

"I'm Vincent and I go to high school with Annabelle and I'm a soon to be dad and I enjoy wrestling," he finishes by crossing his arms across his chest. Such a douche bag!

Time passes by and I'm outside waiting for Alice and Seth to come. A car pulls up and to my luck it's Seth. I wave at him and he smirks. He gets out and helps me in.

" I feel helpless." I groan.

"I know now I have to skateboard with my siblings." he complains and once he's done helping me inside he starts the car.

"Ok what's up, I know your hiding something," I say pointing at him questioningly. He sighs and switches lanes.

"Your aunt Marlie is there." he says and Seth and Alice know how much she despise me. They hate my hair, my clothes, and even the people I used to hang out with. I play with my braids.

"That old hag huh I'll give her a piece of my mind," I grumble and Seth laughs while parking into his driveway. He gets out to help me again. I step out and he helps me back on my feet.

"My little cripple," he teases kissing my cheek. "fuck you," I mutter but I laugh along with him. We walk inside the house and surely enough she's here, the wicked bitch of the west is here and she's using my favorite bitch mug. I give her a scowl and Seth kisses my cheek once more before walking upstairs. I sit at the table carefully.

"Honey Marlie stopped by to say hi," she smiles while patting her baby belly. I nod.

"Annabelle I can see your hurt, your mom told me you got into a fight," she says using her coffee mug to gesture to mom.