It's called love {Robbie Kay}

Chapter 11

 I have to go back to school again today. To be honest I really dont want to. I will have to face Robbie. Jared. Trever. I dont want to do that.

*Beep. Beep. Beep.*

I looked for the snooze button on my alarm clock. I hit it and got up. I put on a t-shirt that I randomly picked out and a sweatshirt that said I dont give a f*** (dont worrie I showered last night).

When I walked downstairs I was greeted by the amazing smell of pancakes. And a very sweet brother.

"Go put on a diffrent sweatshirt," or not.

"Why?"

"Because youre going to school."

"So?" I asked.

"I dont want to get a call saying that my sister got detention for a month for an inapropriet clothing choice," he said shaking his head. "Go get a diffrent sweatshirt," I rolled my eyes and walked back up the stairs.

I came back down with a sweatshirt that said Single on it.

"Better?" I asked with no emotion.

"Slightly," he said. "Just have some pancakes and go to school."

I was on my way to school, trying to get the horrible pancake taste out of my mouth. They were TERRIBLE. And the worst part he made me have three.

I got to school and opened my car door. Nobody was in front so that was good. But it just ment more people would be inside.

I walked through the door and tried to ignore the stares and walked to my locker. Someone put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Robbie.

"What do you want?" I asked quite rudely.

"Well hello to you too," he said in his gorgeus british accent. I will admitt he is so attractive it hurts.

"Why did you do it?" I stopped walking.

"Do what...exactly?" he asked.

"Kiss me," he looked confused. "In the hospital."

"No that doesnt ring a bell. Why would I like you anyways? Youre nothing but an idiot," he said and walked away.

I got to my locker trying to ignore his hurtful words. But I'm use to it right? I should be. I walked to class and saw the only seat left was next to Trever. Could this get any WORSE?!

I decided to skip that class. I walked to the school's front yard, and sat at a picnic table.

I pulled out my phone and started playing Flappy Bird. My high-score is 34. I was at 32 when I hit the tube thing.

"Shi-"

"Lets not use language now," said a voice from behind me. I got up and turned to see a person I really didnt want to see.

"What do you want Trever?"

"An explination. Why did you leave class today?" he asked.

"I just didnt want to go," I lied.

"Dont lie to me whore," he said his tone getting angry.

"Lets not use language now," I mimicked him.

"Ha ha very funny. But seriously, why werent you in class?" he said stepping closer. I took a step away.

"Why do you care?" I said ceriously.

"I just want to know god dammit!"

"That sucks," before I could move back he came and slapped me in the face. I had had enough. I tackled him to the ground and started punching him.

Keep hurting him. a voice in my head urged. Its exactly what your mother wanted.

I was about to throw another punch but stopped myself. My mother? I got off of Trever, and got a good look at him. His nose and mouth were bleeding and he already had a bruise forming on his right cheek.

What have I done? I asked myself.