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|Jasmine's POV|

He took my arm and dragged me through the hallway and into the janitors closet.

It was a pretty big janitors closet, I'm not going to lie. It was almost the size of my room.

As soon as I heard the door shut I heard a bunch of laughs. I turned around and saw the last people I wanted to see. Ashton, Michael and Luke. I ran to the door and tried to open. Locked ugh, of course.

And with that I felt my body being pushed to the floor.

"Haven't you learned by now not to run Jazzy?" Luke sneered in my ear. Kick after kick and punch after punch. My nose was bleeding and I had multiple cuts all over my body.

"Dump the janitors bucket over her head" Michael smirked. Soon I felt cold filthy water pour down over me. I looked up and saw Luke.

"Stop staring at him you creep" Ashton yelled from behind me, followed by a kick in the back. Shortly after a few more punches and kicks, the bell rung. They all ran out of the janitors closet and left me there.

Luckily there were tissues in here so I cleaned myself up. I was about to leave the room until I realized I was wearing a crop top. Everyone would see what they did to me. It's not like I could just say Luke, Calum, Ashton and Michael did it. They would kill me. Literally.

I started to look around the janitors closet until I saw something that caught my eye. A sweater. I quickly reached for it off of the shelf and shoved it on.

I decided to go home early, even though it was the first day, I just couldn't stand to be here anymore. Plus, I should really check out my cuts and see if there's anything really bad.

It sucks that I have to walk home though. My house is far from the school. Better get walking.

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After about an hour of walking I was finally home. I was thankful that on the long walk, my hair and clothes had dried from where Luke dumped the janitors bucket on my head. Thank god. That would've been a story to tell my mom.

"I'm home" I yelled through the house. My mom came running down the steps.

"Hey sweetie, why are you home so early?" She said with a worried expression on her face.

"I just wasn't feeling very well" I lied.

"Okay, just make sure you call to tell me next time" She said believing my lie.

"Sure thing" I say walking towards the stairs.

"And um sweetie. About that mother daughter night, I was at the shop today and I met a new friend. And I may have invited her and her son over for supper too" Man, how many people does she meet at the store?

"That's okay mom" I say smiling at her reassuringly.

"You know, her son is your age and all. Maybe you two could become friends" She smiles with a bit of hope in her eyes. Mom knows that I don't have any friends, ever since we moved to Australia she's been trying real hard for me to meet friends. But she doesn't know about the bullying, it's better that way.

"Sure" I sighed and walked up to my room. I didn't know who this guy was, but he definitely wasn't going to want to be friends with me. No one does, it's just how things work.

I sat down on my bed and felt a little sting above my shorts.

I took the sweater off and looked at my stomach. Great, I have a really deep cut right above my waist.

I ran into the bathroom in my room and cleaned the cut with some rubbing alcohol, then I bandaged it up. I check the rest of my body and was thankful when I saw that the rest of the cuts weren't as deep or big. No more crop tops for a while, or short sleeved shirts. I went over towards my dresser and took out my favourite black sweater and put it on.

I then sat down and decided to read for about 2 hours. It didn't seem that long until my mom yelled out that they where here.

"Sweetie the guest are here"

"Coming mom" I yelled back as I walked downstairs and almost threw up when I saw who was sat at my kitchen table.

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Ohhh who is it. The questions, the questions. SUSPENSE. Jk, you guys probably know. Cause this book is stupid and shit. Also....... this chapter is short. Don't kill me.

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