Hi! My name is Abby. I have long dirty blonde hair and radiant blue eyes. Or so my mom says. I'm 16 years old. I just moved to Bristol, UK from California, USA. My step dad got a job here and I quote 'Can't pass up the offer'. Wanna know what I call it? Bullshit. It's really 'I'm going to drag you away from your friends and make you suffer.' He isn't exactly nice. He abuses me when my mother isn't home. Verbally and Pysically. I want to yell and fight back but, do I have a choice? I think not.
Abby's Pov
I took my penny board, phone, and backpack before skating to my new highschool. I was running through the field when a foot bal came flying my way. I caught it in one hand, yelled "Go long!", And through it to one of the guys. he caught it and walked over to me. "Nice throw." "Don't see much of that in a California girl eh?" "No, you new aren't you? I'm Chris, but most people call me Sips." "Well hello Sips, I'm Abby." "Well, Abby, you can sit with me and my friends at lunch. If anyone messes with you, say Sips owe's me one." "See you around then." "See ya, California girl." "Bye Sips." I walked to the office and went to the lady. "Hi! I'm new here." "Oh! You must be Abby! Well, 2 boys will be showing you around. And welcome to Bristol High." "Thanks."
I walked over to the 2 awaiting boys by the door towards the hall. One had short Dark brown hair and Light green eyes. The other was breath taking. He had shaggy blonde hair and eyes that were a mix of emerald green and baby blue with gold specks near the pupil. He wore a light blue shirt and jeans with a labcoat and goggles perched upon his head. It was cute. I walked over and shook their hands. "Hi Abby, I'm Lewis and this is Duncan." Lewis said. God. Even his name is absolutely adorable. Duncan and I shook hands. I felt happines shoot through me as he shook my hand. The warm feeling settled in my stomach. "Hello Abby." He said. I couldn't help but smile as I said "Hello Duncan."
He smiled back and they showed me around the halls. "Either of us will be in all of your classes, so don't hold back any questions." Lewis said. "Great! Quesiton." I said. "Yes?" "Where is my locker? This stuff is getting heavy." I asked, refferring to my penny board and helmet. "Oh! That's a few corridors down, next to mine. I'll carry it for you." Duncasn said, grabbing my penny board. I gave a small blush as our hands brushed against one anothers. He saw it and smiled. "Does the California girl like me?" He asked. "What? No! Do you like me?" I lied. "No." He said blushing. He lied. And I know it. I can tell. We went to my locker and put my stuff inside. Duncan handed me my lock and I put it on the locker. My first subject was Music. I was in vocals with Duncan We walked to the auditorium room and sat down next eachother.
"Alright everyone! Everyone needs to sing their favorite song today!" The teacher said. I smiled as the lyrics came into my head. Stero Love-Edward Maya feat. Vika Jigulina. "Abby! Would yopu like to go first?" The teacher asked. "I'd love to!" I got up and hooked my phone up to the speakers. I put on karaoke version. I walked up to the stage as it started and began singing. I was glad it was a wireless mic. I closed my eyes and let it take over. People began clapping to the beat. I started dancing to the song when it got faster. I spun to a stop and began singing again. Once again danicing when I got faster. I sang and danced as it went on. It finished and I opened my eyes. I'm seriously glad I took dance lessons. They appauleded. I smiled and put the mic back on the stand. I grabbed my phone and as Duncan passed me he said "You flatter me California girl." "I never said it was you, my friend. And I have a name. It's Abby. I think you know it." I said back. I sat down.
He started singing Dj got us falling in love again (LOL). He was quite good actually. Someone pushed me up and said "Dance girl!" Duncan held a hand to me. I took it and started dancing. He put his hands on my hips and we danced together. I guess he took dance lessons too because we were dancing in sync. He finished singing, one hand on my lower back, my knee on his upper right thigh, my hand on his chest, our faces cenimeters apart. They appluaded. "Now, who agree's they should sing and dance a duet?" The teacher asked. They all said yes.
I went to my seat and grabbed my phone. We agreed on 'On the floor-Jennifer Lopez feat. Pitbull' He took off his labcoat, showing his LARGE byseps. We stood infront of each other and he put a hand on my hip and we started signign asnd dancing in sync once again. We may not be a couple, but we are something when we dance. I can feel it. He dipped me as it ended. Our faces once again centimeters apart. We were in a trance. We gazed into each others eyes. I could kiss him right here right now. They appluaded, bringing us out of our trance. He lifted me up and we sat down. "Good job California girl." "Not too shabby yourself-" "Lalna." "-Lalna." We stayed in silence for the rest of music. We had the same classes and we walked to lunch.
We sat down, and I was glad to see Sips. "Hey Abbs." Sips said. "Hey Sips." "So, Let me introduce you to everyone. Thats Kim, But we call her Nano, Thats Paul, but we call him Sjin. Their a couple. You already know Sips. That's Simon, my best friend, we call him Honeydew. My nickname is Xephos, don't ask. Duncan's is-" "Lalna." I said. "Yep. We've decided to call you Abbs." "Why Abbs?" "Because you must have abbs from dancing with Duncan." "I know how to dance." Duncan made a 'pfft' sound. "What you don't think I can dance?" "Well, I think you could be better." The rest of the the lunch room went 'ooo!' "Y'know what? I'd love to see if your any better. You. Me. Dance off. Right now. Loser has to admit the other is better." I said. "Wait. Here? Right now?" "Is wittle Lalna scared?" "Not at all. Lets see what you got California girl." He said. "Good."
I whipped out my phone and played Enrique Iglesias ft. Sean Paul-Bailando. They cleared the table and we got on in. I spun around, rolling my hips, and lightly tapped his chest. He did his move. I did mine and we continued going back and forth. It ended in me doing my best move. In dance. If we got into hip hop, he'd be crying. He stepped back and bowed. "California girl has moves." He said. "English Duncan. Not Dance." He put his hand against his mouth and said "ABBY MICHEALS DANCES BETTER THAN ME." I leaned close to him and said "And don't you forget it." I spun on my heel and Sips held my hips, helping me down. The lunch room appluaded as Duncan and I shook hands. "Good game." I said. "Good game." He repeated. We sat down and finished lunch.
The school day went by fast. I met up with the gang. "Hey Abbs! Wanna come with us? We're going to Sips' place." Lewis asked. "Why the hell not?" We piled into Sips' truck and drove to a two story house. We got out and Sips unlocked the door. "Is it normal to be tired as fuck after a school day?" I asked, flopping onto the couch. "Is it normal to have a dance off in the lunch room?" Duncan asked, moving my feet and sitting down before laying them down on his lap. "You tell me." I said. Sips moved my head and sat down before laying my head down on his thigh. "Not on a regular basis to be honest." Duncan said. "Does it happen in California?" Sips asked. "Yes Sips. All the time." I said sarcastically. He chuckled as Duncan played with my shoe laces.
"Duncan, can you grab my homework out of my bag?" "Yea." He leaned over the side and got out my text books when a paper slipped out onto his lap. The one I wrote about my step dad abusing me. I wrote that after he hit me, so it had small blotches of blood. "Duncan. Give me the paper." He quickly read it. "Oh my god..." Too late. "Sips, you got beer?" I asked. "Gettin' one right now." "Grab me one and I'll explain." "Alright." "Me too." Pretty much everyone said. He came back with five beers. Once everyone got one, I opened mine and took one good swing. I stood up and started pacing. "Alright. If anyone repeats what I say, I'll bring you to hell." Everyone quickly agreed. "My step dad abuses me when my mother isn't around. I want to tell her, but everytime I do, he denies it and acts all innocent." I took a mouthfull of beer. "It feels worse than Alcohol poisining. Your mom thinking your lying when really a psycopath is living in you house!" I took a swing. "You can't tell anyone because they'll think your lying just because someone older than you says so! It's all bullshit to me!" I yelled. I drank about a third. Duncan walked up. "Abbs. Calm down." "You don't understand! HE HURT ME! That son of a bitch RAPED me! HE took my childhood away THE DAY HE SAID I DO! And he has the balls to smile at me!" "Abby! Calm down!" He said louder. "I can't! OKAY?! I CAN'-" He kissed me. I nearly dropped the can of beer. I relaxed into the kiss. He put a hand on my cheek as I kissed back. We pulled away. I started crying. "Duncan... He raped me..." I said before he wrapped his arms around me. "It's okay. I won't let him hurt you anymore." I buried my face into his chest as he held me tighter. Lewis took my beer away. "None of us will." Lewis said. They all got up and joined the hug. "We love you Abby. You fit perfectly into our little band of misfits." Duncan said. "I love you guys too." I said.
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