New Moon. (COMPLETED) (currently updating and editing)

7| Water balloons.

So here I am standing in the middle of the school football field, during half time. The whole high school is staring at me, and I kinda wanna cry.

My shirts soaking wet from the water balloons and the buckets of water and everyone can see my underwear. And I'm pretty sure Aden just came back from the bathroom.

Let's rewind.....

The beginning of the day.

I'm already ten minutes late because Aden wanted coffee and he picked me up today, which I'm not complaining about, but does he need a Starbuck's frap this bad?

We waited for twenty minutes in line so he could get coffee and now I'm running to my lit class.

I open the door and all eyes are on me, not like normal I've been late before that's pretty normal for me. But the guys look like they're undressing me with their eyes and the girls look more jealous than mad because I exist.

The teacher looks incredibly uncomfortable. So I just take a seat and pull my book out of my backpack.

"So, Willow?" I look over and Jack freaking Anderson is talking to me.... Why?

"That's my name," I say keeping my eyes on my book. "Nice rack."

"Excuse me?" He just giggled and went back to texting on his phone.

Why is the jack-ass of the school? See what I did there Jack-ass his names Jack. okay, you get it. Why is he talking to me let alone commenting on my boobs? Whatever boredom is a funny thing.

I leave Lit class and everyone in the hallway is watching a video on their phones, the guys are whistling at me as I walk by.

I'm guessing Jack wasn't just talking about my boobs for fun.

What's going on? I walk over to one of the plastic barbies at my school and grab their phone. her names like Ashley or Amber something like that.

And I restart the video, and it the FREAKING video my brother took of me two days ago, when I was thrown into the pool by two fucking idiots and now my almost naked body is not only all over the school but all over the internet too.

I'm going to kill Connor that eight-year-old nightmare.

"What a slut!" Amber or Ashley or what yells at me as I walk down the hallway to my locker.

I pull out my phone which I haven't checked all day from my backpack and I have Seventy messages I'm not over reaching it's seventy. I scroll through my notifications and girl on twitter are calling me a slut and a whore.

They made sure I knew I was fat too.

Guys on Instagram are raving about my boobs. and on snapchat I have twenty new friends mostly guys. I open a snap from some girl I barely know and she's calling me a man stealer.

I shove my phone back into my pocket and start walking to my other class when I see Asher walking through school like a damn bull shoving people out of the way, some falling on the ground. He's walking straight toward me.

Why? Does he want to talk about my boobs too? Because I really don't wanna talk to anyone right now about anything.

He comes storming over and gently taps me on the shoulder. What didn't the bull want to knock me over too?

"Willow. Are you okay?"  "Yup I'm just great."

"No, you're not."

"Well, you don't know me I could be just dandy."