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I'm late.

Running as fast as I could I tried to make it before class started.

Why not take the bus you might ask? Well I stopped taking the bus months ago. Why again? The endless bullying. I'm not even sure what I did to deserve it honestly.
So what if I weighed more than a leaf? That was something I was actually kind of proud of. Or maybe it was because I spoke my mind? Probably.

Bursting through the doors I found nobody in the halls.

"Damn it.." I paused and caught my breath doubling over. Straightening up I dusted off my red ripped jeans and flowy black top. Matched with my sneakers you'd think I was trying to draw attention to myself. But that was just me.

I quickly made my way to class. Once I finally made it to the door of my History class I frowned. The last thing I wanted was to walk in late. Grumbling I finger brushed my fawny brown hair to fix it then walked in.

The whole class and Mr. Bennett looked me over. Snickers filled the room and my teacher just looked dissappointed.

"Miss Hutch, You're never late. Are you alright dear?" he asked with a small frown. Admittedly he was my favorite teacher. I just nodded shyly ducking my head.

Hearing a sharp laugh I cringed looking over to find Sierra. "Did you get lost? Hard to think you could do that since you walk here every day. Maybe your mom just doesn't love you enough to drive your pathetic a-"

"That's enough miss Fisher. Quiet down or it's detention for you. That won't look to pretty on your resumé for Harvard." Mr. Bennett snaps making Sierra flinch. I can't help but giggle earning a glare from her.

Who's the joke now, Sierra?

Mr. Bennett looks back to me now wearing a smile. "Take a seat."

He points to the only spot left and I swallow hard.

No..

Of course the only spot left is next to him.

Bright blue eyes and a faint grin greet me. His dark brown hair perfectly swept to the side except for a few strands dangling above his eyelashes.

Gavin Daytona.

Quarterback. Top in all of his classes. And Sierra's flavor of the month.

He transferred in just a month ago when we lost our old Quarterback to paralysis.. Car accident due to drunk driving after one of Sierra's parties. He had to quit sports obviously and was doing online schooling now.. It was one of the many reasons I didn't drink.

Gavin was beautiful. Perfect some might say. But sitting next to him would be practically signing my death certificate. I looked over to Mr. Bennett and gave him a pleading look earning only a nod to the seat.

Sighing I walked over to my place and sat down. Once I was seated, Mr. Bennett continued his lesson. After a couple minutes I heard something to the right of me.

"Psst."

I ignored it at first but it just kept on.

"Addison right?"

Gavin.

After a minute or two I gave in and turned to look at him. I almost wished I hadn't. His eyes flickered with amusement.

"Should I even be surprised you know my name? Sierra probably made me out to be some spawn of satan to you." I said probably a bit too harshly.

He didn't seem shocked or upset though. My comment just made him grin. "Well yeah. But Sierra herself is the spawn of satan so naturally she hates everyone else." he laughed quietly leaving me shocked.

"You..." I started but stopped, being inturrupted by him.

"Hate her just a bit?" He continued and ruffled his hair gently. "I do. I see through that chick's façade like glass. She's super fake. From what i've heard though, you are the exact opposite. Maybe that's why she hates you." He snickered.

Hearing Mr. Bennett clear his throat silenced us both. Mouthing a quick Sorry we both focused. But not before I caught Sierra glaring at me. I smiled a small bit and listened to the lecture.

-

Putting my books up in my locker I heard a knocking on the locker beside mine. "Sup, Hutch?" I heard Gavin snicker.

This guy was gonna be a real pain.

"Hello, Daytona." I replied shutting my locker and turning to him. "Why are you bothering me?"

Gavin flipped his hair and chuckled looking me up and down once, "Maybe I just enjoy the view. Or I like when you bitch at me. Either one. Or both." Winking at me he tucked something in my back pocket before walking off.

"Later, Hutch."

That boy..

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a piece of paper folded into a flat paper airplane. A small smile crossed my face as I unfolded it to find a number written down. "Smooth, Daytona. Really smooth."

-

Lunch rolled around and I brought my food quickly then headed outside to my bench. Sitting criss-crossed I twisted the cap off my soda and took a swig before taking my book out of my bag. Opening it up to where I had left off I took a rather large bite out of my burger.

"Hey there, fatass."

Great.. Sierra.

What was she even doing without her squad backing her? Was she that confident about her insults today?

"What's up with you and my boyfriend?" She snapped leaning over the table making an awful face. Strawberry blonde hair framed her sickly pale face and hazel eyes. She was outwardly pretty but her insides made her ugly.

"He's not your boyfriend, Sierra. He doesn't even like you. Besides, how do you even know if you like him? You don't even know Gavin. You just want in his pants." I answered taking her down a notch.

I almost thought her eye was going to start twitching, "Even if Gavy never likes me, he would never go for your bitchy ass. You're nasty." She giggled before turning to walk away.

I thought she was leaving until I watched her feet stop moving.

"If I see you talking to him, you'll seriously regret it. M'kay sweet cheeks?"

-

Walking back home I put in my headphones blasting my music.

Once I made it to our house I stepped in sighing softly and pulling out one earbud.

"Mom i'm h-"

I paused seeing a note on the table by the front door.

Addison,

I've gone out with David again. You know where the food is. Not sure when i'll be back.

Love Ya,
Jenna

This was the fourth time this week.. I wondered when she would finally stop coming home.

It still made me cringe that she didn't want her daughter to call her mom. She never let me. Said it made her feel "old".

It's not my fault she got pregnant when she was a sophomore. Lately she was definitly trying to live it up or get back to her youth or whatever.

Whatever.. That word really described my mood lately.

Disinterested and annoyed.

Reaching back into my pocket I fiddled with the paper again.

Why not?

Pulling out my phone, I put in his number and clicked call hesitantly.

Did this make me come off as needy? Would Sierra kill me? I mean.. why would she kill me if she didn't know? But what if-

"Hutch. I was wondering when you were going to call."

No going back now..