Lauren Cimorelli (one shots) ❤️

I've Got You {Laurisa}

- slight trigger warning -

Lauren's POV:

"Slut,"

"Oh look, it's the screw up,"

"Do you want my lunch, anorexia?"

Comments like those are made as I walk through the hallway of my school. I keep my head down and put on a brave face as I don't face anyone in the eye and try to ignore their comments.

I'm currently in tenth grade and counting down the days until graduation. Which is only next year, might I add.

You're probably wondering why people call me these names, well I'll tell you. When I was 15 years old, in ninth grade, I dated a boy called Ethan who had a twin sister called Lindsay. They were both in my grade. After four months of dating Ethan, he slept with one of my best friends and said that I cheated with someone else. Since then, Lindsay and Ethan spread rumours about me 24/7, calling me a slut and a bitch, causing the whole school to hate me and to loose all my friends.

My siblings who are still in school, the little boys and Dani, go to a different school closer to our house so they can walk home. Which I'm thankful for, I don't want any of my family to know what has been going on.

As I walk into my last class of the day, Spanish, I realise that I'm actually early for once as the teachers are not here but unfortunately, Ethan and his friends are.

"Well, if it isn't Lauren Cimorelli. How are you doing anorexia?" He tells me which causes his friends to holler at him and make squealing noises.

I ignore him and take my seat in the back of the class which makes him mad. He follows me to my seat and screams in my face.

"Listen bitch, don't ignore me when I talk to you!" He screams in my face.

When I don't reply, his hand comes colliding down onto my face. Slap.

I stare at him in shock and the room suddenly becomes quiet, he doesn't look a bit guilty. I run a finger over the cheek where he hit me, no doubt it's red.

I grab my bag and sprint out of the room, bumping into the Spanish teacher who yells at me for running in the hallway. I walk into the bathroom and burst into tears, the tears that I've been holding in since the beginning of the day.

I stare at my face, the red handprint of that lying jerk lays on my face. My sobs become louder and louder as I wash my cheek with warm water and then cold water. I wipe away a few tears but my fingers can't keep up with them.

My head aches like crazy, my throat burns and my face stings. I slide down onto the floor, burying my head into my hands. I desperately want to call one of my sisters, cry into their arms and tell them what's going on. But I can't, I can't let them see me weak. I need to be strong.

"I can't believe Lauren slapped Ethan, she's so lucky that he didn't hit her back!" A voice startled me as it comes closer and closer into the bathroom. Another rumour?! Oh my god.

"Ah-," Another voice begins to speak and then their eyes land on me, crying on the floor looking like a weak child.

My eyes are blurry and my head is spinning but I can make out it's two girls in my grade, their familiar faces look down on me in pity. My eyes begin to focus and see two girls who are definitely in my grade, in fact I think they're in my math and art class too.

"Uhm, are you okay?" Cassandra asks, looking back at her friend Brittany with a glance of worry.

"I can't believe h-him!" I say hiccuping, soon enough the waterfall from my eyes return.