The Hating Class (Rewritten)

Prologue

"He's after you again."
Well isn't he always? I mean I am his daughter it makes sense. "And? He always is." I say with a duh tone. The voice on the other side, my mum, speaks up, "Yes but this time he's actually trying, you have to leave. My old friend lives in a small town on the other side of the country, it'll be impossible to find you. I cannot come with you as I have duties here. I'll pay for your house bills and whatnot." So she was sending me off by myself, what if he finds me when I'm at the airport or leaving my house? "Will you be safe?" Is all I managed to spit out,
"Of course, he has no interest in me, you're the heir." Way to rub it in. I sigh "When do I leave?"
"Start packing, I'm picking you up in an hour." Great so only important things. I nod but realise she can't see me and mumble an okay then end the call. I rush around to get my bags and suitcases, putting important things in first, then favourites.

What if it's not safe there? Like what if it was full of gang members of rival gang or worse, ally gangs, they'll tell my whereabouts to my father as soon as I step in this town.

It's been a year since I've been in this town with a not so reassuring name 'Havoc Cliff' why would you name a town that?!
So far, I have learnt that guys just want to use you and say that they own me, the type that someone would say to a servant or slave, not the romantic way. My now ex boyfriend, Jefferson Boe, is completely insane. He technically broke up with me when I tried to break up with him so he has the last laugh, but ever since the 'break up' he has been harrassing me. To be honest I did really like him but it was hard to keep things from him, I loved him and he helped me so much with my anxiety, I almost forgot about my scars but when he 'broke up with me' (aka yell at me of how he hates me and to get out of his sight.) I soon opened those scars. Something I only did to feel less, so pathetic to do that over a boy.

But next week is a new school year. The soccer team will win as always and the cheerleader sluts will be all over them, I'll rush out of class and into class, eat lunch alone and basically always be alone. Unnoticed. Everything will be the same as usual, well other than Jefferson still harrassing me.

Panic attacks rarely happen anymore because I'm so quiet, I never get called out and never make a scene, even when I was dating Jeff, I kept anonymous. But for some reason, deep down I know it will be different, that something will go wrong... That not even pictures in red will save me.