Everyone's walking past me and ignoring. Bumping into me and not apologizing. These lockers are tattered red and my hand smells like pennies from the lock that holds mine shut. Tyler walked me to my locker and showed me how to unlock it. He had me do it a few times on my own and told me to call him if anyone gave me any trouble.
It feels so weird with how loud the hallways are. Everyone's talking or laughing or yelling or fighting. I haven't seen that Jerrod kid or any of his jerk friends yet, thank god. But next period I have Creative Writing and I heard the teacher is really nice and doesn't tolerate anything rude. And I like writing so hopefully that teacher will let me be free with my mind.
I quickly spot a boy standing at his locker I run over and poke his shoulder. He turns around and looks at me. "Umm.... Do you know where the Creative Writing class is?" I ask quietly.
He nods. "Just down the hall to your left." He turns around almost immediately after he says it and I sigh.
"Thanks...." I walk to the classroom. The teacher stands tall and she smiles at me.
"You must be Andrew! I'm Miss Jackson!" (Sorry I'm filled with references) She smiles at me and motions to the room. "Kids this is Andrew, I expect all of you to be nice and show her that we appreciate her." God, she's so freaking enthusiastic. "Now it seems that the only open seat is next to Mr. Camshot." (Oops XD) I sigh and look at the table she's pointing at, Jerrod's sitting there sizing me up, yet again.
"Umm.... Are there any other seats?" I look at her with a slight look of plea. She looks around and shakes her head. God, I have to accept my fate and sit with the asshole who just this morning was trying to get up my dress. I sigh and walk across the room, my head hung low. I only watch my feet. I pull out the chair and sit in it.
"Hey, baby," Jerrod's slimy voice crawls in my ears and stabs me.
"I'm not your baby." I slightly growl at him. I reach down and pull my dress down. "One move and I'm telling Tyler."
"Tyler won't believe you." Jerrod's hand slips under my side of the table and lays on my knee. "Doesn't he know what happened at your old school?" I bite my lip and close my eyes, how would Tyler know? How does Jerrod even know? Jerrod's hand slips up my thigh. "All the parties," up, "all the booze," up, "all the drugs," up, "and all those boys." He's there and I grit my teeth, I wrench my upper body toward him and push both hands against his side. He falls over and onto the ground. "God you fucking psychotic bitch!" Jerrod yells.
I just stare at him in enragement. "Andrew!" Miss Jackson yells at me. She walks over and grabs my arm and wrenches me out of my seat.
"Don't you fucking touch me again!" I scream back at Jerrod. He stares at me through a crowd of people. In a split second, I can see blood trickling down his face then Miss Jackson already has me outside in the hall.
"I cannot believe it is your first day and already I have to take you to the principal's office." I can tell she's cursing me. She drags me down the hall and pulls me in front of a dark wooden door, hanging from the door a sign reads Principal's Office. I sigh, I know my fate and Mom's gonna be so pissed when she hears about this.
A man in, what looks like, his mid twenties stands up from behind his desk. He's kinda good looking. An oval shaped face and blonde hair with blue eyes. He looks me up and down, then looks at Miss Jackson in a look of confusion.
"The new student, Mr. Bradly," she says. I look at her from over my shoulder. A faint blush is present on her face, can she really like this guy?
"Oh. Andrew Campbell?" Mr. Bradly asks. I nod and cross my arms, rolling my eyes at an incredible dramatization.
"She shoved a boy out of his seat today."
"Which boy?"
"Jerrod Camshot."
"Well, Miss Campbell, you should know by now that fighting is absolutely not to be accepted here." Mr. Bradly points his direction to me.
"Well if you knew why I did it, I think it would be accepted," I say quietly as I look down at my feat.
"Young lady, no fighting is accepted no mat-" Miss Jackson is cut off when Mr. Bradly excuses her. She storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Mr. Bradly and I stand there and stare at the door for a minute.
"Thank god she's gone." Mr. Bradly exhales deeply. I look at him with a look of confusion. "Single handedly the most annoying teacher in this school. She never lets me do my job like she should."
"You know she likes you, right?" I laugh softly.
"Yeah. That's been apparent since her first day here. She never leaves me be on her breaks, my breaks, or any breaks for that matter. The only time without her is at home." He laughs. I can't help but laugh with him. After a minute he stops, "So, what's this whole fighting thing about?"
"That pervert keeps thinking he can touch me. In my downtown," I look at the ground and kick at the blue carpeting. Mr. Bradly is suddenly in front of me. He lifts my head and wipes my cheeks, it takes a minute before I realize he's wiping tears.
"I know it's hard. But you should've asked him to stop." Mr. Bradly looks down at me.
"I did. Several times on the bus this morning."
"And he didn't stop?"
"Not until Tyler got into the mix."
"Tyler Scheid?"
"Yeah. My mom married his dad on Saturday. They're out on vacation."
"Oh. He stopped it on the bus?" Mr. Bradly sits back on his desk.
"Yep. Yanked that asshole out from behind me and yanked me out of that seat."
"Is it okay if I call Tyler in here?"
"I guess."
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Yeah I know I still suck at writing but I'm trying. And like right now I'm going through some bumpy patches and I'm trying to figure out some stuff with my crush and everything. So yeah here's another update 😂😂😂😂 I told y'all I'd try and get it up soon. I hope this is soon enough 😂😂😂😂
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