Chapter eight
I walk down the hallway and find my locker. The reason I am at school on a Saturday is because I suck at math. I said yes to Matt. Even though that girl will most likely murder me. I open my locker and take out my textbook. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around. I don't even see who it was before I get a clenched fist to the jaw. My head bangs against the locker behind me, causing my ears to ring. I open my eyes and see the three girls who torture me the most, including Hayley.
One blonde stands in front of me, the same one who just punched me. The brunette a step backwards but next to her. And Hayley, who now has red hair, next to the blond.
"I heard you kissed Matt." The blond says. I move my hand to my jaw and feel it throbbing.
"He doesn't. Like you." I choke out. Her mouth opens and she looks to the other girls. A crowd has now formed around us four. I don't see Matthew or any of his friends anywhere.
Hayley walks up to me and punches me on the mouth. My lip hurts so much from the contact with my teeth.
"Hayley, that's enough." The brunette says. Is she sticking up for me? "I want a turn." Then she kicks my shin. Pain rushes through my body and I make a huge mistake. I sink to the floor. That's when all the kicks and punches come in.
"Hey!" I hear a deep voice yell. The kicks and punches stop. They both walk away and the crowd dispatches. I close my eyes and when I open then again, I see Nash. He kneels down next to me. He places his hands on my cheeks.
"Cassidy, you okay?" he asks rushed. I nod my head and he helps me stand up. "Are you sure?" he asks.
"Nash, I've delt with way worse things than this. I'm fine." I tell him. He nods and puts his hands in his jean pockets.
"So, are you going on Friday?" he asks. I notice a slight country accent in his voice.
"Yeah. To the movies right?" I ask.
"Yeah. I'm happy that you're coming. It's about time Matt got a girlfriend." He laughs.
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The day ends at twelve. I just have to take a math class and I'll be gone. Some people stay for a full day. Lucky me.
I walk home, looking behind me to make sure that no one is following me. I didn't see Matthew through the whole day. I wonder what he was there for. I wonder what Nash was there for.
I finally make it home and walk through the front door. I throw my bag down on the floor and walk to my room. I close the door and sit on my bed. I play some music on my phone.
"Gotta stay high,
All the time,
To keep you off my mind."
The song plays. This is the one pop song that I like. I lay back in my bed and turn over on my side. My phone buzzes and I quickly grab it. It's a text from an unfamiliar number. I slide it open and unlock it. The text reads: Hey, looks like I got you now, slut.
What? who is this? I close my phone and it buzzes again. This time it's a different number. I open my phone and this text reads: Can't wait to see you on Monday!
My phone gets spammed by messages from different numbers. The texts says things like "Saw you with Matt the other day, whore", "Why don't you show your arms?", and "Kill yourself"
I power off my phone and begin to cry. I cover my face with my hands and sob. I didn't know people hated me that much.
A knock sound comes from my door. I quickly wipe the tears away and tell them to come in. The door opens and my dad walks in.
"Hey, Cas. What's up?" he asks me.
"Nothing." I reply. My dad goes to work at four in the morning and usually comes back around seven. I don't really see him often because I just stay in my room.
"Well, mom told me to tell you to come to the living room for a minute. We three need to talk." he tells me. He walks out, leaving he door open. Great.
I stand up and walk down the hall to the living room. I see my mom and dad sitting on the couch. I sit down in an armchair across the room, facing them both.
"Cassidy, we wanted to talk to you." My mom says. "Well, I brought up the idea." She says and looks at my dad. She looks back at me.
"We had a talk with your principal on Friday. She told us some . . . interesting. Things that you haven't told us about." my dad says.
"She told us that kids at school are . . . calling you names and just being mean. Why didn't you tell us?" my mom asks. She doesn't know they beat me up. "What do they call you?"
"They don't call me any names." I lie. "I'm fine at school. I really am. I guess the reason she said that was because my friends and I like to mess around like that." I lie again.
"Who are these friends you hang out with?" my dad asks.
"Uh, N-Nash. Cameron. I-I'm going to the movies with them on Friday, if that's okay." I ask.
"That's fine. It's fantastic! We want you to have a great life, Cas. A normal life." My mom says.
"And those boys . . . they aren't pressuring you to do anything right?" my dad asks.
"I actually am dating a boy named Matthew." I tell them.
"Oh! Matthew, I remember you told me about him." My mom says. My dad gives me a worried look.
"He isn't pressuring you either right?" he asks.
"No. No, not at all." I say.
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