Leilas POV
Well that day was shit...
Of all people that Violet had to switch with, it had to be him. He just asked me weird questions. Like 'why do you wear so much makeup to school' and 'Why are you such a bitch'. He should leave me alone, just cause he's sitting next to me doesn't mean he gets to talk to me. He stared at me a lot, i swear he is a pervert! I was fucking relieved when the bell rang for lunch. I almost ran out of the classroom so i could get away from that Gracie kid. He made me weirdly nervous, i cant get fucking nervous, it might screw shit up.
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Violet was waiting for me at the door.
"Sorry." I smiled weakly at her and sighed, "Its fine, lets just get lunch over and done with." She nodded and we walk to the cafeteria.
"Heyy Leila.....princess." Thats Clay Perkins, the school Fuckboy. There are rumours that Clay and i are dating, but i would never go out with that douche. There are also rumours of Violet and Clay dating, but thats not true either. We don't prove the rumours to be true, but we don't correct them either. I guess it makes us even more popular. So as long as he doesn't go to far....
"Hey..." i said with no expression. He just smirked at me and put his hand above my ass. I flinched which made him smile even more. What a jerk. We sat down and i could tell that he did something to Violet under the table, but i just ignored it.
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I skipped the last two periods and went home. I knew no one would care cause i don't really matter. I grabbed my keys out of my backpack, and unlocked the door. I just sighed when i saw the state my family left the kitchen in. All for me to clean up. Well, i guess at least i have a kitchen, Violet hardly has any food in her house.
I walked up the stairs to my room to get changed. I closed my door behind me out of habit and i stared changing.
"FUCK!" I nearly screamed as i saw a man peeping through the widow into my fucking room! WTF! I grabbed a sheet off my bed and covered myself. The guy just smiled creepily at me and closed his blinds slowly. I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away cause i cant cry like a little bitch. I continued getting dressed with my curtain shut. I got into a white tube top and black booty shorts.
I trudged downstairs to the ratchet ass kitchen. Literally, there was shit everywhere from my parents and brother. They just leave stuff everywhere for the maid [Me] to clean up. I was actually so hungry. I knew i should eat but the last time i had food was last Friday. I felt my stomach rumble so i tried to find something small to eat. I found a small packet of two minute noodles. Not the healthiest option but it'll have to do for this week. I opened the micro wave and set it for minutes. I stood back and watched the cup spin slowly in a circle. All of a sudden the motion just stopped. The light in the machine turned off and it lost all function. And for some reason, i lost it...
I grabbed the cup of half cooked noodles and flung it across the room. I broke down crying.
"IM SUCH A FUCKUP" I screamed to no one, cause the was no one there. I ran to the bathroom and vomited.
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*Ping*
My phone went off and i saw a text from Violet. I unlocked my phone with Violets name cause she's the only i that i can trust. It said;
'It happened again. Meet @ the spot.'
Oh shit.. I grabbed the red letterman jacket ,that i got from some jock that i slept with, put on my red pumps, grabbed my keys and ran out of the house locking it behind me. I ran down the street towards the park to see Violet. I was nearly here when i tripped on the sidewalk and cut my knee.
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