Bad Boy's Love

Chapter 9

I take a deep breath before I enter in through the hallway. It's almost class time and everyone is around their lockers looking directly at me.

I took a few days off, I didn't want to face the truth. The truth that I now had barely any friends, that Mel had completely ditched my for some idiot. I haven't seen Jayden since he took me to the bonfire to meet his friends. I barely ever see him around school, so I doubt he is gonna make the effort to come to school now.

"Look who it is, the ugly whore. What are you doing here? Didn't you get the hint?" Stacey, a tall blonde girl shouts at me. "Get out of here, whore!" She sneers. I turn my head away from her and I continue to walk down to my locker. Once I reach my locker I see all the words again.

All these words are written all over my locker in permanent marker. I sigh, trying to ignore the horrible writing all over my locker and I focus on my locker combination. I have at least three attempts at my lock before it finally opens. I open my locker and try to shove my bag in, since I'm on the bottom locker, everyone steps over me and completely ignores me.

I give up on leaving my bag in my locker. I grab my bag and swing it over my shoulder, shutting my locker and locking it shut. I get up off the ground and walk away from my locker, and out the doors.

"Where you going?! Poor baby is upset!" I hear someone shout at me once I step out the door. I try to ignore the comments as I walk past a group of girls. I walk even faster as I see the school gates ahead. I make it out of the gates, a few people giving me dirty looks as I wipe my eyes and cross the road, away from the building.

The park bench is cold beneath my legs. My backpack is beside me, open. I take another drink from my water bottle. I can't deal with anyone's shit today. A group of small kids climb on the playground, some of them shouting and laughing.

"I knew I would find you here." I hear a familiar voice behind me. I look behind me and see Jayden. Jayden stands there, in his usual attire of black ripped jeans and a black hoodie. Never much variation with the guy, always black.

"Hi." Is all manage to say back. Jayden smiles and takes a seat on the bench next to me.

"Nobody has forgotten, obviously." Jayden says. I feel like slapping Jayden. Of course, nobody has forgotten. How could anyone forget about what happened? It's still written all over my locker.

I take a breath and try to stay calm. Everything is just bubbling up inside of me.

"Nobody forgets." I say quietly.

Jayden slightly moves closer to me and I smell the faint scent of tobacco.

"Tell me, about Zane. About Mel. Tell me about your mother." Jayden says. I look at him, trying to process the thought of why he would want to know.

"Why should I tell you?" I bitterly reply.

"Because, I'm your only friend, and it will actually make you feel better." Jayden says.

"How would you know?" I ask, avoiding his eye contact.

"Because... I used to go to a therapist. Telling some woman all my problems actually helped, a lot." Jayden confesses.

I sit there starring at a tree, arguing with myself if I should tell him.

I sigh and think about where I should begin.

"Zane has been harassing me for some time now. Mel became friends with me before we met him, but she only ever talked about Zane. I knew she liked him, but I convinced myself that my best friend wouldn't go after him. She knew about his creepy and perverted ways. Zane was obsessed with me. He would always be at the river when I was there, he would always just find ways to annoy me and hit on me. Mel talked about him even more, then she started texting him, meeting up with him for all I know. She only told me once that she ever met up with him. I found out about them the other day, when I came to visit the school, and all the stuff were on the walls..." I say finishing one story.

Jayden looks at me, obviously interested. I start to feel a bit better, Jayden's big eyes stare down at me.

"What about your mother?" Jayden asks.

"My mother..." I pause. I think about all the memories I had when she was around. Most of the memories weren't good ones, but it's something.

"My mother was an alcoholic. My parents were always fighting about something stupid. She would leave at night and never come home, drunk or totally high. We knew she was an alcoholic, also a drug addict. We didn't say anything until my father had enough with everything. My father confronted her and she lost it. She started screaming, smashing things.... Then she left, after they divorced" I say, looking across to Jayden and seeing pitty in his eyes.

"That was six years ago. She just disappeared. We still don't know where she is. My sister just gave up on her. I have as well. She never cared about me or anyone, she just cared about herself and her alcohol." I finish. I stare straight ahead at the grass in front of me.

"I'm sorry. I know it must be hard. My parents were always fighting too." Jayden says. "They aren't divorced, they just used to always fight." Jayden says, obviously trying to make me feel better.

"No need to make me feel better, I'm okay. Really, it's better without her." I say looking at my phone quickly to check the time. Only ten o'clock. "If she was still around, who knows what my life would be like now. It would be completely different." I imagine. My life would be different.

"Do you want to find your mum? Search her up on Facebook? Just to see if she is alive?" Jayden asks.

I take a deep breath. Do I really want to see if she is alive? What if she isn't? What if she has moved on, or she is in jail?

"I think it's better for me to stay like this. I don't really want to know about her now. But at the same time, I am curious." I reply. Jayden nods.

"Let's go to the library. I'm sure we can get on a computer." Jayden says getting up from the park bench.

I get up off from the bench, grabbing my backpack and swinging it onto my back.

"Are you sure you want to?" Jayden asks.

"I'm sure. Let's go." I answer, walking with Jayden along the path, out of the park.