Bullied by the Boys (26MGMT) Fanfiction

Fourteen

Hazels POV

I marched upstairs and went into my bathroom. I just sat there, in the cold I guess, or on the toilet seat. I wasn't going to cry because after crying so much I let the pain cry for itself, inside of my mind.

I tried to find my pocket knife I hide in the cabinet in the bathroom. Where did it go? I searched everywhere, yet there was no sign of the metallic weapon. I ripped open the shower curtain. What the heck? Where is my razor? (I don't use my razor cuz that's for ma legs, but I guess it's an alternative)

I heard a knock on the door.

"What?" I ask.

"If your going to take a shower, you can't shave your legs tonight." my mom said.

"What? why?."

"You won't be by anything sharp. I'll by some waxing stuff tomorrow. Anyways it'll last loner than shaving!" my mom said.

"Oh God. Whatever!" I said.

Wow. My own mom doesn't even trust me. Well I guess I wouldn't trust me either, but what she didn't know is that I have a blade in makeup bag hidden in my room. Nobody would find it in there. There's a secret compartment.

*next day*

I woke up to text messages from Nash. "Hey beautiful" is what most girls want when they wake up, but no. Me? I get "Please kill yourself! nobody wants you at school today!"

Yay! I don't even wanna go to school today either. I'm so bored with the crap I have to put up with.

"Whatever" I replied to his text.

I got to school and right from then...it got worse. I shuffled to my locker and tried to open it. I put some books back in there while my hand was in the locker, and BOOM. Nash flicked my locker door so it would close causing it to crush my wrist. I yelped just a little because I didn't want to make a scene.

"I thought you weren't coming to school asshole" he said.

"I never said that." I replied with tears in my eyes.

"Aw. Why couldn't I have broken your wrist instead?" he said.

"Why can't you leave me alone?"

I closed my locker holding my wrist. And went to class. He raced ahead of me and got there first. When I went to sit down he pulled my chair out from underneath my desk causing me to fall back and hit my head. Everyone turned around and laughed. No I have a sore head and a crackled wrist. I wanted to cry so bad but I didn't.

We were in home room and I gathered myself back together. I don't really know if I sprained my wrist or not. I tried to be real light on it the rest of the day.

"Class! I any to announce that period 4 is this whole hime room's art period. Whatever class you're in 4 period will be swapped out with another class. Everyone will take art."

Great! I get another class with Nash (note the sarcasm).

Finally it was 4th period. Now I have art I guess. I entered the room and the teacher immediately have us assigned seats.

"Billy with Jenna, Andrew and Bailey, ..." Finally she got to me "Lets see, how about Hazel and Nash."

Are you freakin kidding me?

This may sound weird but some people cause me to wanna...ya know... 'hurt myself' and out of anybody at this school it's definitely him.

I sit down and don't even bother looking at him. He looks as miserable about siting next to me as I am about sitting next to him. I literally love everyone I meet, but him? oh HELLLL no. I hate him! Yes FREAKIN FRICKLE FRACKIN HATE HIM.

We had extended 4th period today. Don't ask me why. A bunch if the teachers had to go home which was a but strange, so we got to paint today.

I actually really like painting. Pop Art seems to be my most favorite style.

I pulled up a pic of Marilyn Monroe on my iPhone 5s and separated my canvas into four sections. I was going to draw her and then transfer her on every section so I can make a four grid Pop Art painting. I make these a lot in my free time.

Painting helps me escape some of the pain. After I finished the sketch I walked over to the supply counter and got some paint.

I walk back and see that my beautiful sketch wasn't there.

"NASH!" I screamed.

"What the hell do you want" he said in a bored tone.

"Where's my sketch. I know you took it."

"Oh you mean that one ugly piece if scrap that was sitting in our table, specifically in your work area?"

"Yes. Now where is it."

"Oh I thought it was scrap paper so I dropped it in the shredder for you." He said with a smirk.

"You did what?" I said slowly filling up with steam, "Nash shit headed Grier why the hell would you do that? You know I've been sketching that for the past 40 minutes."

"Sorry princess" he said.

I honestly hate this. My school, my situation, my mind. If idiots could fly, this high school would be an airport.

I grab another piece if paper and start sketching. I try to do it really fast, which needed up working. I didn't do much like the first. No detailed hair or jewelry. I'll paint that in later.

I copied it on the canvas and started painting.

Before the bell could ring, I only finished 2 full sections if Marilyn. I out my name at the bottom of the canvas and put it on the rack.

I honestly hope nobody touches this painting.

I walk out with everyone else and leave.

*Later at Night*

"Oh yeah! that would be delightful" I heard someone say coming from the kitchen.

"I'll definitely bring Nash over! They can just hang out!"

"Yes and Nick has a lacrosse tournament in Maryland. He's going with the Porter's. So they'll be on their own" I see my mom and Mrs. Grier in the kitchen talking.

"Um hi." I said shyly.

"Hello dear" Mrs. Grier said.

"Honey, Nash is coming over tomorrow night and staying with you until Saturday morning. (Its Thursday night right now) Mrs. Grier and I are going out to this new French hotel and Bar. Your dad is on a business trip. And Nick will be at his tournament." My mom said.

My stomach twisted. Oh my god. He's coming over tomorrow. I want to kill myself right now.