★Joslynn's POV★
When I walked into the school, I felt weird. Everyone glued their eyes on my bandaged head and whispered to their friends next to them. Their faces held a mixture of sympathy and confusion, I didn't want to be the center of attention, so I quickly retreated to the library. In my school, no one enters the library, if they do, they're either ditching class, making out, or are forced to by the teacher. I go to read, and escape from my life. I put my hood up, hoping that Mrs. Jones won't ask me about it. I entered the library and waved to her, looking in the opposite direction.
"Baby, you can't fool me." She placed a hand on her hip, and called me over. She pulled down my hood. "Now where did you get this?"
I made a hand gesture that I fell, she shook her head, she knew I was lying.
"Listen here baby, I fell way too many times for my liking, but I know you didn't get that from 'falling'." She caught me. "Did Bianca do this?" She asked, ready to beat someone up.
I immediately shook my head no, and gestured for her to calm down. She sat down in her seat with an angry face. Mrs. Jones is like an overprotective mother, if you do something to her child, you're dead. That's one of the qualities I like about her, the other is that she's funny. I always smile when I'm around her. She makes me feel safe and treat me like a person, she makes me feel wanted and cared for. I love her. I don't know if she feels the same about me; I don't know if she's doing all this out of sympathy, at least she cares.
"Okay baby, if you say she didn't, I believe you." I gave her a smile, she returned the smile. I wandered into the massive maze of book shelves. I went to the very back of the library where there were two soft chairs. I usually come here and snuggled up with a good book. This place makes me feel safe, I rather live here than my actual home, but knowing my parents, they'd kill me.
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By lunch, everyone had forgotten about me and went back to their usual selves. I was more than thankful, so far, Bianca hadn't made fun of me nor have I seen her for the day. That was a even greater thing. I was at my locker, getting ready for the rest of the day. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that I needed more concealer on the gash on my face. I made a mental note and shut my locker. I looked towards the end of the hall and saw a gang of football players approaching, Bianca had her arm linked with Tony Yorker, the quarterback on the team, she was laughing and placing small kisses on his cheek. I turned my face towards the locker. I heard their laughs behind me.
"Look babe, the mute I was talking about!" She laughed loudly.
"Babe, let's not waste our time." Tony told her. I held my breath.
"Hey guys!" She whistled. "Let's have some fun with our little mute here!"
I felt a tug, and my hood fell off my head. She looked surprised by my injury at first, but then she smiled mischievously. She poked my wound, and I winced in pain. She then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me close so she could snicker in my face.
"Whoever did that knew what a pathetic loser you are." She whispered. "As for your mute act, just quit it!" She hissed.
She pushed me away, and I hit my back on the lockers. The gang of players laughed along with her, and I felt tears run down my cheeks. Bianca and I attended the same middle school, we were friends, not best friends, but good friends. The day my dad raped me, I stopped talking...I hated myself since that day. When I came back to school, she thought I was giving her the silent treatment, when she tried to make me talk to her, I accidentally hit her on her cheek. Since that, she hated me and always thought I was pretending to be mute. I lowered my head, I didn't dare to look at her.
Their laughing stopped and I raised my head, their heads snapped towards a different direction. I followed their stares to spot Ace Holter, as well as his gang, approaching the group and me. Ace's gang consisted of three other guys: Jacob Bevely, he was the comedian of the group, known for his mischievous pranks; Tyler Bakor, he's the cool one in the group, known for his amazing parties and his seductive ways; and Devin Dwelson, he's the quiet one, known for his intimidating demeanor and deadly glares.
All four of them are drop dead gorgeous: Ace is very tall, about six feet, he has ash blonde hair, with emerald green eyes, all his features along with a strong jawline complements his tan complexion, he has a broad chest; Jacob has dark chocolate brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, he has a fair complexion and high cheek bones with an athletic body, he stands above six feet, at the same height as Ace; Tyler has golden copper hair, his eyes are a mix of grey and blue, he has more slimmer body, but non the less a muscular frame, he has a more darker complexion than the rest, and also a little shorter but still above six feet; Devin is the tallest in the group, with chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes, he has a powerful and muscular frame that can match that of a weightlifter and he also has a tan complexion.
"What's going on?" He asked, glancing at me on the floor. Tyler, Jacob and Devin had a tough face on.
"Ace?" Bianca looked like she's seen a ghost. "You're back?!" She sounded shocked.
"Yeah I'm back!" He answered harshly. "Now what are you doing?"
"Ace- you...why are you asking? It's nothing, just talking to an old friend." She nervously answered, lying through the teeth.
That's strange.
"Bianca," he stepped closer to her. "may I remind you what I do to liars?" He threatened.
"I-I'm sorry." She apologized lowering her head. He smirked at her and then looked at me.
"Get up!"
I scrambled to my feet. He inspected my head, then my physical health. He nodded his head and faced Bianca and her crew.
"Don't even think that you could replace me Tony." He warned. "Just stick to running after a ball like a b*tch." His voice contained venom. Tony stood tall, but his eyes told me he was scared for his life.
"Remember this, anyone who tries to be the alpha dog in this school will have to face me!" He roared. He and his crew walked away, leaving everyone in the halls frightened.
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