My Orphan

Chapter 1: God help me

Layla's P.O.V:

Like usual, I was sitting on a bench outside of school, getting insulted by any kid that passed.

Right now, the queen bee of our school, Karla, and her boyfriend, Trent, one of the highschool jocks, were hitting me with the worst insults they could find, honestly, I've heard worst before, but whatever.

When Karla noticed I wasn't even acknowledging her she slapped me. That bitch slapped me so hard that the sound attracted curious students and soon there was a crowd surrounding us, as she started taking her anger out on me.

Why don't I fight back? Because what's the point, every single person that studies or even works in this school stood against me, and the fault will always fall on me. So I gave up after I've tried a couple of times to defend myself, and I got suspended.

That happened everyday, I woke up, went to school, get bullied, wait for the painful hours of school to pass, than went back home. But today was different.

I was waiting for the punch that was coming my way from Karla, but it never came.

I looked up to see the girl that ran into me two days ago, what was she doing here? Oh right, our town was so small that it only had one highschool and another school for smaller kids. It's obvious she's my age so I shouldn't be surprised.

The thing that surprised me was the way she had stopped Karla's fist with her hand, and what she said next:

"What the hell are you doing, what did she do to you, leave her alone." She said harshly, pushing her back, and she fell on her but. Her minions scurried to help her and, along with Trent, took her away from us as she said. "You'll regret ever messing with me, you're defending the wrong person."

"We'll see about that." The girl that saved me said. "Toodles." And waved innocently. She was cute. What am I even saying. Ugh.

"Hey, are you alright." She helped me up as I nodded.

"You shouldn't have done that. They'll all hate you now like they hate me." I was, unintentionally worried about her. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Does it look like I care? I hate people like them, thinking they're better than everyone else. They can't just go around bullying everybody. And why were they even hitting you?" I was glad she didn't bring up the incident of yesterday.

"Because they can." I replied, looking anywhere but her eyes.

"What do you mean by that? Why don't you stand up to them?" She was worried about me. Why? She doesn't even know me.

"Don't you think I've tried?" I said while gritting my teeth. My voice was so low, it was barely over a whisper. "They would do anything they can to make it my fault. So I gave up after a while. I mean what is the point in fighting if the war is already lost?"

Why am I even telling her this, I didn't trust her, I don't trust anyone. I turned around to leave as the bell rang signalling the beginning of classes. She was right behind me. Figured she would follow me, she didn't know her way around here, she's new after all.

I didn't care that I was late for class, I didn't even care about school. If someone close to me didn't force me to continue, I would have dropped out a long time ago. But the good thing was that I had really good grades without effort, I think it's a gift.

We entered the class, interrupting Miss Prescott, the English teacher, who was talking about who knows what.

"Miss Blake, you're late, again..."

"Really, no shit Sherlock." I said sarcastically. She glared at me for cutting her again.

"Watch your language young lady. One more remark like this one and you'll be suspended from my class."

"It would be my pleasure." I mumbled, but I think she heard me.

She was going to say something when she noticed the girl whom I still don't know the name of, standing at the door awkwardly.

"Miss Taylor, welcome to our school, why don't you introduce yourself to the class." She said instead, and I took that as my cue to sit in my seat, which was in the middle, by the window.

One of my teachers assigned everyone a seat for the whole year and no one is allowed to change. He made sure to put no one next to me, and it was great for me, no one to bother me while I daydream.

The girl started to introduce herself.

"Ok, um, my name is Ashley Taylor, I'm 16 years old, I moved here two days ago, and I'm excited to get to know every one of you."

"Great." Miss Prescott clapped her hands. "Let's continue what we were doing before we were rudely interrupted." She shot me a glare and I smirked, but the smile was whipped of my face as I realized what her name was.

Ashley, this name brought so many unwanted memories, but I quickly erased them from my mind. Not the time.

Why does the universe hate me so much.

Ashley came and sat next to me because it was the only available seat, but I ignored her and instead looked out the window, tuning out what Miss Prescott was saying.

This won't end well, that name hunted me my whole childhood, and up until now it stills hunts my dreams.

God help me.