He lifts my heart up

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I walked into the school doors with my head down low... It's not that I'm scared.. It's just that I'm shy and hate attention. "Hey Dydy! Wait up!" I turned around to see the two idiots I call my besties walking over to me, they were the only people who managed to earn real smiles from me, but they don't know about my dad.. I don't wanna tell them because I don't need pity.

"Heyy great dayy, Monday at school, I'm so cool" my best guy friend started his senseless rhyming/rapping. I burst out laughing together with Jasmine. "Th-th-that was so-" Jasmine said stopping halfway in laughter " lame" I finished for her.

Hayden was good looking with dark brown-almost black hair,a built frame which he got from playing football and emerald eyes, while Jasmine had brown hair, a petite frame and these warm brown eyes which gave her a trustworthy aura.

On Mondays we had first period together so we walked to our drama class together. "I bet you five bucks Diana's going to argue with Aiden today in gym class" Jasmine said to Hayden, "I'm not taking a risk of losing five freakin dollars" Hayden retorted. "Heyy! You two are so mean!" I said slapping the back of both of their heads. Hayden and Jasmine both stuck their tongues out at me and crossed their arms like a five year old who was denied of candy. "You too are so weird and childish" I said, "well that's what makes us..." Hayd started "AWESOME!!" Jasmine finished high-fiving Hayd. I laughed at the duo shaking my head " you two are hopeless morons".

I know you're probably thinking I'm not the same person... But that's the thing.. This whole 'tough,happy-go-lucky' act was all a façade. It made me feel like a normal 17 year old high-school student. I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I felt Hayden's hand pushing my hair back and looking at something on my neck. "Freakin hell Diana! What the fuck is this big bruise on your neck??!" He whisper-yelled.

I knew he was suspicious since he always seemed to find a bruise or injury on me."I-uh-I was kinda looking for something under my bed then when coming out I didn't realise my head wasn't fully out so I kinda hit my neck on the frame" I lied easily... I was so used to coming up with these lies so quickly. He eyed me suspiciously before letting it go. "Diana, Diana ever so graceful" Jaz laughed at her sarcastic remark. "Y-yeah you know me clumsy, yeah clumsy me" I replied with a fake-forced smile.

Truth was last night when he was starting to undress my on my bed, I kinda struggled and he banged my neck on the bedside table, I'm so used to the pain I hardly acknowledge it anymore.

We walked into the drama room and took our seats. Mrs. Dylan clapped her hands and everyone was silent, she was a small lady with red hair and dark brown eyes but she could be bat-shit-scary if she wanted, trust me, I've been at this school ever since primary years.

"Right today we'll be focusing on our improv skills so we are going to pair up with Mr. Matthews' class and each pair will make a presentation". She explained looking at each of us. "Yes ma'am!" We replied in unison. She smiled and waited for Mr. Matthews' class to arrive.

I watched as Mr. Matthews' students walked in.Oh crap, guess who? Aiden freakin Black! That's who!

I know what you all must be thinking... Since we hate each other we'll be paired up and hate turns into love and all that cliché shit! But hold that thought because that most certainly god-thankingly did NOT happen. Not a chance. Zero. Nada.

I was paired up with Matt.. Aiden's best mate... But it wasn't Aiden so I'm cool with it. Besides it was only three days we had to work together. So I think we'll survive.

I know you must be wondering why I hate the guy's guts.. Was he a player? Or a pedophile? Or a drunkard/druggie? Or all those other cliché stereotypes you get in books. Truth was he was a badboy, yes those exist it's not cliché it's normal for a school to have one and in this case we have Aiden Black.

Now don't get me wrong, Aiden didn't spend every night with a slut who freely spreads her legs like they're a freakin door, nor did he kidnap kids or do drugs, not so sure about alcohol though, but Aiden can beat the living shit out of someone he hates. That's what scares me. He reminds me of him. How he can fight with no regrets afterward like how he rapes and beats me up.

TBH Aiden was quite a hot guy. He had dark brown locks and chocolate brown eyes and a six-make that- eight pack abs, all in all he was every girls dream and every guys competition in school, but I knew from experience that looks could be deceiving. I mean look at him he is-hate to admit- quite a handsome man who the world thought was a kind hearted man but he...he's a monster...devils spawn I should say!

It's not like I don't trust male specimen because I've seen how nice they can be.. I mean I have a best guy friend who makes me smile- a real smile. But Aiden just reminds me way too much of my 'dad'. ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝

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