Misconception (Camila/You)

Chapter 6

Y/n POV

School's started and I've successfuly avoided Lauren. I knew she and Camila were still hanging out because I was always able to hear Camila in the hallways.

Anyway, it's finally my senior year! I couldn't wait to finish up high school. Some people say high school is an experience you'll never forget, as for me, I wanna forget already. I signed up for 5 AP classes this year. What the hell was I thinking? I glanced down at my first class. AP Psychology. Great. I trudged my feet through the familiar hallways until I bumped into someone. "Y/n!"

I looked down and recognized the face immediately. "Tori, hey!" Tori and I had stuck together ever since she got bullied by Louis. "How was your summer?"

"Oh! It was so much fun! I wish you could have came with us. You know my family doesn't mind," Tori explained.

Long story short, her family went to Scotland. I declined because I felt like a burden, plus Lauren had just got a break from her tour and it had been awhile since I saw her. Now I wished I went. I gave a tight smile. "Maybe next time yeah?"

"Pinky promise?" Tori asked pouting, while sticking her pinky out towards me.

"Of course."

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God, who knew having AP classes would be tiring. I already even have homework assigned and it was barely the first day! Cut me some slack here man.

I trudged my way through school, making sure I didn't bump into anyone. I absolutely hated when people touched me so abruptly. Luckily, some people avoided me. A lot of the school already knew about my minor germaphobia.

It was time for my last AP class, AP Literature. Thank god it was 5th period. I went to my locker, (that I recently disenfected), and grabbed my literature books needed and quickly hurried to room 509.

"Alright class, as some may know, I am your AP Literature teacher for this year. I am, Mrs.Kastellan. As expected it is an AP course, so I expect no slacking whatsoever. If your grade is below a C this first semester, I will drop you from my class because I have no time for people who are not willing to at least pass my class. Is that clear?"

A bunch of heads vigorously nodded.

"Alright let's get started. Tomorrow, first thing once you step in the door, I expect your first paper. You will write about your life story, and if you were to ever change one thing in your life, what would it be and why. Now get started, you have the rest of the period to finish."

I looked down at the blank sheet of paper on my desk. Write what I would change about my life? There were a lot of things I wanted to change. It was impossible to choose one.

I sat at my desk doodling on the corner of my page, pondering what I would write about. Before I knew it, the bell had rung, signaling 6th period was about to start. I rushed out of my class and took my time to head to my locker. My 6th period was basketball, and my coach was a pretty chill dude. At least, sometimes.

I shoved my books and folders into the locker and grabbed my practice uniform and shoes.

As I reached the girls' gym I went through the locker room where all the Frosh and JV players were. I greeted them all and headed to the seperate section where the Varsity lockers were.

I waited til all the other girls in the locker room were gone til I changed into my practice uniform. As I took off my shirt, I looked into the mirror, seeing the large scar on the side of my ribs. I traced my index figer over the scar and reminisced when I got it.

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It was a few months into freshmen year and I had just got back from the basketball tryouts. I actually made it to Varsity, and accomplished something I've always wanted. I trudged towards my door, my Converse shoes hitting the wet pavement. I was soaked because I had walked home in the rain. As I reached my door, I was careful not to make any sound.

Once I stepped through the door, I saw my dad, lying on the couch, snoring with a bottle of beer near his hands. I slowly turned around to close the door behind me, but ny backpack knocked down the glass vase near the doorway. The loud noise of shatterig glass roused my dad from his sleep and he shot up. Once his eyes focused on me near the doorway he glared.

He got up slowly walking towards me with a snarl from his mouth. He stopped once we were face to face with another. I could smell the beer he had drank from earlier coming from his mouth, making me crinkle my nose.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. It's nearly 6, what were you doing, hmm?" He had asked menacingly.

I stayed silent. If I gave him a wrong answer he would beat me harder than he usually would if I gave him a correct answer.

"Staying silent? Alright. Why do you have to be such a goddamn nuisance. Breaking the fucking vase, as if that shit wasn't a waste of money. You're always asking to get hit aren't you."

I still stayed silent, not even daring to look into his eyes. I could smell the stale odor of beer emanating from his breath as he growled in my face.

Apparently he didn't appreciate my response by being silent, and gripped my arm in a forceful manner. I could feel his nails sinking into my skin as he dragged me over to the couch.

I let out a small whimper as he didn't let go of my arm. I knew there was going to be a bruise left behind. He heard me whimper and yelled for me to shut the fuck up. I couldn't help it.

Tears started welling up in my eyes and I let out another whimper. He finally got fed up with me and let go of my arm, but instead, drew his arm back and punched me in the jaw.

The pain ebbed through my mouth as I tasted blood.

He continued hitting me, anywhere his drunk aim could allow him too. I felt punches being rained down on my face, arms, and torso.

It was a few seconds later. He must have gotten tired of punching me. I was close to passing out because of the pain, but as I wearily opened my eyes, all I saw left was him grabbing his beer bottle and hitting my ribs with it. Causing for it to smash and a deep gash had appeared.

It was that moment when the world went dark.

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I shivered at the thought, quickly slipping my practice jersey and shorts on. I took one last glance into the mirror and ran out into the gym.

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Yikes, I delayed this chapter for too long. 😞 sorry to my small amount of readers 🙏

I think the best I can do is to probably get at least 2 chapters up a month? Just give me feedback and I'll respond as best as I can.
Thank youu!

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