Shelby's POV:
I woke up to the sound of my alarm. Ugh. I don't wanna go to school today after what happened at Taylor's party.
I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. After I got out, I honestly didn't care how I looked today. I just grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. I pulled my hair up in a messy bun and applied some mascara.
I walked downstairs and ate some of the breakfast my mom made before she left for work.
At 7:00 I decided to leave for school. I grabbed my keys, locked the door, and went to my car.
As soon as I got out of the car, everyone stared at me. Most of the school was at his party yesterday so they all saw what happened.
"There's the loser now" I heard one girl say. Everyone laughed. I just ignored them and walked into the school.
As I was walking to my locker, I saw Taylor. I hurried and grabbed my books, wanting to be as far away from him as possible.
I started walking down the hall and I heard Taylor call my name. I kept walking, a little faster now.
Taylor caught up to me right before I made it to Mr. Prescott's class.
"When I talk to you, don't walk away you little bitch!" He said.
I just looked away from him. A few moments later I felt a smack on my cheek. Everyone laughed. I pushed passed him and ran into the bathroom. There was a hand print there. I grabbed my foundation out of the bag and covered it up.
I walked out of the bathroom and into Mr. Prescott's room.
"Care to explain why you're late?" He asked me.
"Um... I was in the bathroom" I said, taking my seat in the back corner.
"Next time I need a note."
The entire class period I kept hearing people talk about me. Some people passed me notes calling me a bitch, slut, whore, loser, mistake, attention seeker, etc. They don't even know me.
*Lunchtime*
I hadn't talked to Chelsea all day. I walked over to our table and sat down in my seat with my tray.
"Hey Chelsea" I said. She didn't even look at me.
"Chelsea?" I asked.
"I don't think you should be sitting here, Shelby" she finally answered.
"What, why?" I asked confused.
"Because, everyone hates you. We can still be friends, just not in public. I'll text you."
"Don't bother." I said getting up and walking to the bathroom. As I was walking, Nash took my tray and dumped it on me. I stood there, everyone laughing at me for the 4th time today. I ran into the bathroom and tried to get the gravy off me. It didn't work.
I walked out of the bathroom and to my car. I'll just tell my mom I wasn't feeling well.
When I got home, I ran upstairs and took a shower. My mom left a note saying she had to go on a business trip and I'd have the house to myself for the next few days. Great. Now I'm completely on my own.
After I changed into new clean sweatpants and a tank top, I grabbed the money my mom left for me and went to the store. I needed to get something for dinner. I ended up just getting macaroni and cheese.
Once I got home I made my dinner. I washed the dishes after I ate and then went upstairs. I checked my phone and had a few texts for Chelsea.
*Im sorry about lunch, I just don't want to get bullied too.
-Chelsea*
*please forgive me
-Chelsea*
*You can understand why I did it right? I'm sure you'd do the same thing if you were in my position
-Chelsea*
*no, I wouldn't abandon my friend just because they're getting bullied. I didn't choose for this to happen. It just did. I don't need people like you in my life. I'm better off on my own anyway
-Shelby*
And with that, I laid down in my bed and went to sleep.
*The Next Day*
I woke up sweating. I must've had a nightmare. I went and took a nice, cold shower.
I actually wanted to look nice today. It was my dad's birthday. Even though he left us, I still wanted to celebrate it. I still talk to him maybe 4 times a year.
I wore a blue dress that had cutouts in the back. It showed off my curves and flared out at the bottom. My dad bought if for my 15th birthday. I haven't really grown much so it still fits me. I put on a pair of matching heels and curled my hair. I applied some BB cream, mascara, and winged eyeliner. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. Hopefully Taylor and them don't ruin this dress. Its the last gift I ever got from my father.
I picked up my phone and dialed my dad's number.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hi, daddy."
"How are you?" He asked.
"I'm good, I was just calling to wish you a happy birthday." I said while smiling, even though he couldn't see me. I haven't talked to him in 4 months.
"Thank you, sweetie. I have to go work now. Love you, bye" and he hung up.
I grabbed my keys and headed to my car.
As I walked into the school everyone was looking at me. Surprisingly they weren't laughing this time.
I walked over to my locker. While I was getting my books, some guy grabbed my ass.
"What the fuck" I said turning around. It was jake, the quarterback on the football team.
"Nice ass" he said smirking.
I gave him a disgusted look and pushed passed him and went into Mr. Prescott's room.
As I made my way into my seat, guys looked at me like I was some sex object. The girls? Well the just called me a slut. The usual.
*6th Block*
I had this class with Taylor, Matt, and Shawn. Shawn never did anything to me. Every time their group would bully me, he would just stay silent. He was the nicest of the group.
"Today, we will be starting our project. You will be working with a partner." Mrs. Williams said.
Taylor and Matt immediately looked at each other.
"Before you get all excited, I will be assigning the partners." Everyone in the class sighed and started complaining.
"Shawn and angie, Matt and Michael, Ashley and Monica, Taylor and Shelby.."
What? Did I hear her correctly? This can't be happening.
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A/N: oooo, wonder what's going to happen.
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