P.S. I Love You

Chapter 13-Why Does This Always Happen to Me?

*Autumn's POV*

I looked up and Monica glared at me.

"Watch where you're going slut!" She said, then slapped me.

I fell, only to be bombarded with kicks and punches. She then laughed and walked away into the building. Sophie came rushing over to me.

"You okay?" She asked concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I said trying to stand up, but I couldn't.

"Here, let me take you to the nurse." She said as she picked me up and put my arm around her shoulder for balance.

I went to the nurse. She asked me how it happened and I just told her that I fell and hit a rock. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't believe me. She bandaged my cuts and bruises. I walked out and went to my locker, got my stuff, and went to first period.

*LUNCH*

Unfortunately, Sophie doesn't have the same lunch as me. I have A lunch, which is full of popular girls who flirt with guys and are total sluts, jocks, and every other popular bitch that isn't me.

I sat at my lunch table alone with my books. I'm anorexic, so I starve myself. I was sitting there, until I hear someone coming up behind me.

"Hey girls, look, it's the little whore. Oh, look, she's starving herself. Whatever, she needs to lose some weight anyway, little pig." The person said, along with a few girls laughing behind me.

I instantly knew who the voice was...

Monica

"She could use a makeover." She said, which made me confused.

All of a sudden, I feel spaghetti being poured all over my head, along with chocolate milk. The whole cafeteria erupted into laughter. The girls were high fivkng each other and all I coulddo was cry.

"What's the matter? Gonna run home to mommy little whore?" She said.

I just ran out of there and cried my eyes out. Why does this always happen? Every school I go to, I just get bombarded with insults.

I ran out of the school and down the street. I stopped in an alley where I found myself just sitting there, crying my eyes out. All of a sudden, I hear a voice...

"Hey sweetheart, wanna have a little fun?" He said.

It was a hispanic guy dressed in black clothing, smoking a cigarette. I tried to run, but he grabbed me and smashed his lips on mine. He brought one hand up my shirt, squeezing my breasts, the other squeezing my ass.

"Stop!" I screamed, but he just continued.

He started taking off my shirt and sucking on my neck. I was terrified.

"What the hell is going on here?" I heard someone say.

I knew that voice anywhere.

Justin.

Why does this always happen to me?

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Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I've been kinda busy. Recently, a boy at my school committed suicide. He was the boy who sat next to me in language arts. R.I.P. to Blake Thomas Boothe. :'( he will be missed.

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