Chapter 2

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Today is my first day at my new school. I'm so nervous, what if they don't like me? I get dressed into a white bandeau, a red tank top that has the letter 'B' in white on it, ripped high-waisted white shorts and grey converse. I also put a black 'bitch don't kill my vibe' beanie and a sliver heart necklace that says 'fuck you' on it. I straighten my hair and apply foundation and mascara. I walk downstairs and see Hayes eating breakfast, I'm not hungry so I just get a cereal bar. I sit opposite Hayes.

"Hey," I say to him. He gives a dirty look and walks outside and into Cameron's car. I do the same.

When we get to school every single boy is looking at me. Am I that ugly? I guess not because I hear some of them whispering 'dude she's hot'. I feel my cheeks burning up. I guess I'm blushing. I find my locker, and never guess who's locker was next to mine? Hayes! He's making out with some girl. I can feel my cracking, I know he hates me, but that doesn't stop me from liking him.

**AFTER SCHOOL**

I run upstairs to my room and lock the door. I go into my bathroom. I find my blade and make 8 cuts on each arm. School was terrible, Hayes spread rumours about me and beat me up. I apply foundation and concealer to my face and arms to cover up the bruises and cuts. They're barely noticeable. I walk downstairs and feel Matt pick me, I keep telling him to put me down, but he doesn't . He throws me into the pool. My make-up is bound to come off. By now, all of the boys are outside, even Hayes.

I climb out of the pool and all the boys gasp. Oh no. Hayes walks over to me and grabs my arms and pulls them up and looks at them, he looks up at me with a guilty face.

"Don't look like that, you did this to me, ALL OF IT!" I yell while running upstairs.

I lock myself in my room, lean against the door and slide down to the floor .I hear a knock on the door, I get up and open it. There stands Cameron and Nash, they walk in.

"Leila, what did Hayes do?" Nash asks. Cameron can't stop looking at my arms. I tell them everything, and they look shocked.

"I'm gonna kill him!" Nash yells. He starts walking away but I put my hand on his arm. He turns to look at me. I put an evil smirk on my face.

"Let's get revenge," I suggest. He smirks evilly.

"This is why you're my favourite girl," he whispers. I tell him my plan and he thinks it's great. The plan is to ignore him until he apologises. If he doesn't, we scare him in his sleep, every night.

This is perfect.

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