Insecurities, and then the bad boy

Chapter 4- A different kind of day at school

I close the door and then run to my room and look at my watch.
6:45
That's still 15 minutes before moms "Friend" comes for dinner. He will probably also stay all night, Yay. (The "yay" is Sarcasm)

I hear load footsteps coming towards my room and then my door swing open with my mom glaring at me.

Mom: "First I want to say, DONT LET YOUR STUPID FRIENDS IN MY HOUSE! Second, you. Don't. Deserve. An eye candy like him. Your just a piece of sh*t and he's a Greek God, understand?" I nod my head and she smirks.

Mom: "Don't make a peep tonight I have company." I nod even though I already know. She continues, "On Friday I'm going to a business party with 5 of my coworkers, ya'know the wealthy ones like me of course. And since 3 of them have kids your age your coming with. Wear this on Friday." She throws a dress at me and walks out slamming the door.

I look at the dress, it is black with a lace lining at the top and flows to my knees in the front but goes lower in the back. (Dress on top^^)

I try it on and look at myself in my bathroom mirror. I then quickly take it off and put on the clothes I wore today and go to sleep.

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I wake up and hear a door slam. I get up and put on some leggings. I look at the dress and almost smile. Almost.
I walk downstairs and look at the note on the counter. It says,

Make me more of that pasta before I get home at 6. Don't you dare eat any of the bagels on the counter, they are not yours.
-Ms.Anderson

I put the note in my pocket, drink a glass of milk and leave for school. I have to admit I barley eat anything all day like I told you at lunch. I drink a glass of milk each morning, take a few bites at lunch and then don't eat dinner. But mom calls me fat so I guess I still am. And ugly, but it's not like she gives me makeup to fix myself up a bit. Maybe then I wouldn't be so awful to look at...

Well I asked for makeup once but she said it wouldn't help and that I'll always be ugly so I listen to her, and I believe her. I should believe her anyway, she's my mom no matter what she makes me call her.

I walk into the back but Jason and his gang isn't there, I guess they skipped. I really hope Jason believes me about my mom being drunk because she could get in trouble for that and she would hate me even more than she already does.

I quickly take out my stuff from my backpack and I'm about to put my backpack in my locker but someone slams it and I look down. I hope they'll go away but instead they yell at me.

Clair: "Look up at me! Gosh your pathetic." I look up and she frowns at me. "Get up!" She whisper-yells again and I stand up looking at the ground.

Clair: "What did I say about looking at the ground weirdo!" I turn to look at her slowly and she gives me a death glare. Clair looks me up and down.

Clair: "Your mom is rich and wearing that?! My parents aren't super rich and look at me, I'm freaking gorgeous with my mini skirt and crop top." She smirks at me and continues, "But look at you, you wear the same clothes every week, like you have only 5 pairs of clothes! You should stop trying to get attention!"

I start to walk away but she grabs my hand and forces me to follow her to the back of the school. She throws me on the ground and starts yelling.

Clair: "MY DAD LEFT US TWO YEARS AGO SO I SHOULD GET ATTENTION AND PITY BUT YOU... you try to get attention by wearing that even though your rich as HELL!" She pulls me up forcing me to trip a little and then slaps me. I try to run away but she grabs my wrist and slaps me again harder then pushes me onto the ground and walks off angry.