Love at First Sight (image is not mine)

Love at First Sight

     Maya Jacobs, it seems like such a plain old boring name. I was kicked out of my last school because someone reported me for bullying. They lied. I wasn't a bully nor did I ever bully them. That's all they want really, attention. I got to the school and took a deep breath. It would be my first day and I was super nervous. I walked into the school trying to find my locker. "Ugh, where is it?" I asked. I finally spotted the number and nervously walked towards it. While I was undoing the lock to my locker I felt a hand slam on to the door next to me. I looked at it and saw the calluses. Obviously a gamer, along with a sport or two. Maybe football or basketball? When I looked up I saw a handsome guy with jet black hair and green eyes. "Hey, loser! You new?"

     "Yeah, I'm new. What's it to you?"

     "Oooh, feisty. Hmm, fresh bait," he replied with.

     "What-" He slammed his other hand on the other side of me. I was trapped. I wanted to call out but at the same time, I knew no one would help me. He punched me a bunch of times until my sides ached and my vision went blurry. The bell rang for my class but I couldn't feel enough to walk there. He laughed as he went on to who knows where while I sat there my head aching from the pain. When I went home I went straight up to my room. I knew he would hurt me more if I told anyone. "Honey, why is it saying you were absent from class today?" my mom asked from below. "Oh, uh, I was sick and I... went to the nurse's office?"

     3 months later and I walked slowly and ever so carefully to the entrance. I spotted him over by the field and my heart started to beat rapidly. It felt weird but I knew this feeling was not of fear. It was of love. No no NO! I took a deep breath and walked to the restrooms. I went into the bathroom stall and started crying on the floor. They were silent tears rolling down my cheeks. Why does love have to make me a victim to its crime? Why is this like-like love at first sight? I walked out of the bathroom stall the tears still evident in my eyes. I walked over to my locker expecting to see his arm slam on the door next to me. When it didn't I was shocked. At the same time, I was relieved yet sad as well. I walked to my next class without a problem. The next class after that as well. When I got to lunch time I sat down. I looked over at him and I saw him kissing another girl. The world was swirling around me. I went to the bathroom and cried. Love makes everyone its victim.