Her

Why - Rilaya

Maya POV

Thanks to my friend, Emily for the idea! Enjoy! - Liarmuch

"Get out of my way!" I shove my way through the crowded halls, walking into my junior history class. I walk past the teacher, past his daughter, and sit down in my assigned seat beside her desk, setting my backpack beside my desk. The bell rings and everyone sits down and stops talking.

"The Civil War!" I groan and lean my head back. I can feel his eyes on me. He clears his throat and starts again. "The Civil War!" I zone out. Why listen to him talking about something that happened like a hundred years ago? I grab my pen and start drawing on my paper. I tune him out, as he explains some battle, and then talks about a project that we will be doing.

"Psst."

I keep drawing. Who would be trying to get my attention? They're probably trying to get someone else.

"Hey!"

I let out a huff and set my pen down. I look over to my right, to find where the voice was coming from. I frown when I see it's the girl right beside me. Riley Matthews. Mr. Matthews daughter. The perfect student and perfect daughter. I hate her. With a passion. She's too perky. All. The. Damn. Time. She gets perfect grades. She's always gorgeous. And tries to be friends with everyone. It's annoying.

So obviously I groan when I see it's her. "What?" I ask, a little harshly. It doesn't affect her. Why? Why doesn't that affect her? Me saying what like that would make most people stop what they were doing and not bother me.

I guess I am the "badass girl" in the school. I'm known for it. I go to parties, I cuss in class, I don't do my homework, I get detention it seems like every other day, I'm a dick to most people, I drive a motorcycle to school, I pick on the younger kids. Unless you're exactly like me, I don't usually associate with you. And you don't associate with me.

She smiles lightly at me. "We're partners." She says and looks at me. I stare at her. "What?" I almost yell. I turn to Mr. Matthews. "What?!" I do yell at him. I don't care. "Matthews, you know I work alone." I say and get out from my desk. I walk to his desk and put my hands down, staring into his eyes. "You can't put me with... her!" I almost yell in his face. "I'll work with anyone, else. Hell, put me with Farkle for all I care! Just not her!"

"Mr. Matthews, I'll gladly work with either one of them. Ladies."

"Farkle." Both Riley and I say at the same time. 

"It's time for you to start working with people, Maya. You're going to need that skill later in life." He says to me calmly. He doesn't break eye contact. "You need to start doing your work too, or you're not going to pass. So I put you with the best student in the class." He says, gesturing to Riley.

"Aw, thanks Daddy." Riley says. I snap my head to her, giving her a glare and her eyes get wide and she sinks into her desk. I look back to Mr. Matthews. "Fine. Just this once." I walk back to my desk and sit down. "Just know, I will hate every second of this." I mumble.

I look to Riley and she is smiling. Who does Matthews thinks he is? Who does he think I am? A charity case? Someone he can just whip into shape with one project with his overly excited daughter? If anything, this project will damage Riley's grade. Mine will stay the same.

I stand up from my desk, feeling my cheeks getting hot from anger. "I'm going to the bathroom." I say as I walk out of the room, slamming the door behind me, and down the hall. I push open the bathroom door and look at myself in the mirror.

My long, wavy blonde hair is down. I'm wearing a black leather jacket with a dark blue shirt under it, with ripped denim skinny jeans and black heeled boots. I look into my ocean blue eyes and sigh. "I'm not some.. some charity case.." I say quietly, and watch as tears well up in my eyes. "I'm.. I'm not broken.." I say to myself.