The Unexpected

A$$ whooping

A/N

I’m so sorry this took so long to update! I’m having many tests run at the hospital and I haven’t been home a lot lately. Enough excuses, on with the story!

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                I crawled out of bed, and walked over to my bathroom and flipped on the light switch. My white- blonde hair was matted to my face and my dark green eyes were wide with excitement and adrenaline. My body was average, I wasn’t fat but there was a little pinch around my hips that I wouldn’t mind shedding off, and my breasts are in the mid C range.

                Everyone thought I was the perfect rich girl, with perfect hair, a perfect body, and perfect brand name clothes. I’m not the perfect girl though, in any way shape or form. I’m not by any means rich, my mom struggles to pay the bills each month and sometimes has to take money out of my college fund. I had to cut my own hair to save money because we couldn’t always afford a hairdresser, I was skinnier because we didn’t always have a lot of food. I was never starved, but there were definitely nights that I went to bed hungry, and all of my ‘brand name’ clothing came from a thrift shop.

                See what I mean? Nobody knows the real me except for my four best friends, Cam, Delilah, Elizabeth, and Luke.

 Cam is my number one best friend out off all of them though. Everyone’s always been for me at one point, but Cam was there any time I needed to vent, and I loved him for it. He has blonde hair and blue eyes and he has A LOT of muscles. Every single girl in school swooned over him and it pissed Delilah, Elizabeth, and I off so much.

                Delilah, or Deli as we like to call her, has bright red hair and dark brown eyes. She’s a lot of fun to hang out with once she feels comfortable around you. She’s pretty shy around everyone except us three.

                Elizabeth, also known as Liz, was the crazy one of the group. She has wild dirty blonde hair that never cooperates for her, and light brown eyes. Everyone at school loves her because she’s the prank master.

                Luke was the typical jock of the group, he has dark shaggy brown hair that falls into his eyes. All the girls at school say he has ‘creamy chocolate fudge’ eyes but I just think they’re brown.

                We’re all a part of the popular group but I hate it. Everyone is so fake to each other, and nobody cares about anybody’s feelings.

                I was unconsciously brushing through my hair with my fingers while I was thinking of my friends. I groaned and rubbed my face with my hands. I walked out of the bathroom and over to my closet and pulled on some plain ole’ black yoga pants and a random pull over sweatshirt.

                The park was about a half of a mile away from my house so I decided I needed to take a little walk to calm down. I opened my window and climbed out, thankful for having my room on the bottom floor.

                I started to walk down the street when I realized I forgot my phone. I wasn’t going to turn back but I definitely was going to have to be more careful because, the crazies come out at night.

                I was about halfway to the park a man walked out of an alley way and stood directly in front of me. I walked across the street but he just followed me. I could tell he was wearing a big baggy white shirt with low pants, and a bandana tied around his head. I started to walk faster but I could still hear him pursuing me. Then right as I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore four men, dressed in the same clothing as the other one, cornered me to the wall.