They Bully Me

Chapter 10 ~New Boy~

Justin's PoV

"Zain, call the other lads and tell them to come over, it's important."

"What is it?"

"It's hard to explain. You just have to come over."

"Fine. But, do you know where Emma is? She wasn't here today. We still need our revenge."

"It's about her."

"Okay. And this better be good. We'll be there as soon as we can."

"I swear, it's good."

Emma's PoV

I closed my phone and put it back in my bag. Now I had to find out where I was.

I got out of the bed and looked at the room I was in. It was just a bed and a night table. Probably the guest bedroom.

But who's place was I at?

I opened the door, and walked down the hallway. I quickly checked to see what clothes I was wearing, in case I wanted to change before anyone else saw me.

Luckily, I was still wearing the same faded loose jeans, pink shirt and gray jumper. Except they were dry now.

I reached the end of the hallway and ended up in a kitchen, a family of four looking at me. And the worst part was, I had no idea who they were.

"Oh, you're awake. Little Perrie and Jonnie here found you," the woman, most likely the mother, said, putting her mug down and walking up to me.

I was scared. What was she going to do to me?

I slowly inched away, but she smiled warmly.

"You don't have to be afraid," she said, bringing me closer.

"You should have some tea, you've been out for two days," the father said. What had happened to me in that time?

"Um, thanks," I whispered as the mother handed me a warm cup of tea and patted a seat for me to sit down on.

"So, why don't you tell us your name."

"Emma," I replied, raising my voice a bit. Could I trust these people?

"Emma what?"

"We- I don't exactly know at the moment," I whispered.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's... Weiss."

"Not something else?" the boy asked with a slight look of concern.

"No."

"How old are you?" Why were they asking so many questions about me? They were personal! But I answered them anyways, they helped me. Sort of...

"13."

"Oh!" Okay?

"So, why were you in the streets?"

"Do I have to answer?" I squeaked.

"No, but it would be nice to know." And I find it hard not helping people and being nice to them...

"I, um, was lost," I lied.

"Do you know your parents' number? We can call them for you." Oh great.

"I, uh, forgot their number," I lied.

"Is it on you phone?"

"Yeah. But my phone has no battery." How far must I go with these lies? They're going to find out soon...

"Oh, what is you phone model? We might have the charger for it."

"It's a T-Mobile button phone. I, uh, don't know the model."

"Oh, sorry, we don't have any T-Mobile chargers. We can go to the police station, tell them to call your parents."

"No! I mean, you don't have to. I know where I live," I said, immediately regretting it. I didn't know any addresses where I would be welcome.

"We can drive you there."

"No, it's okay. You've already helped me enough."

"A poor 13 year old girl who almost got hypothermia deserves it. It's the best we can do."

"No but seriously, I'm fine."

"Oh, but I insist."

"Mom," the girl warned.

"Oh alright, but is it close?"

"Yeah, not too far."

"Oh okay then. Jonnie, help Emma get her things."

"No, I can do it," the girl told Jonnie.

The girl, Perrie, got out of her seat and I followed, leaving my untouched cup of tea on the table.

An awkward silence fell over the two of us as we walked down the hallway, back to the room I woke up in.

As soon as we walked in, she shut the door. Something's about to happen.

"Why do you cut?" she asked, taking my arm and looking at it.

"I don't," I huffed. Louis...

"Well it looks like you do to me."

"It wasn't me! Someone else made them for me, okay?"

"I def-"

"I'm bullied, okay? And they just think it's funny to make scars to make it look like I cut," I explained to her finally.

"Um-"

"I'm telling the truth. Go ahead and don't believe me, I fed up with the world at the moment."

I quickly organized my things and then put on my ruck sack and held the purse in one hand. Perrie and I didn't talk anymore.

"Well, thank you for helping me," I told the family as I passed by them with Perrie.

"No problem, honey." The corners of my mouth lifted up slightly. They were being nice to me. Something I hardly ever, almost never, got.

"Call me," Perrie whispered into my ear as I left the apartment. I looked at her confused, but the door was already closed.

Call her? I didn't have her number. Unless... she put it in. If she saw my phone with battery... she would know something was up. Why was I so careless? And a liar too.

I had no place to go, all I could do was wander down these streets. But it's better than my old life.

Suddenly, a car pulled up next to me. Why am I so famous today?

Someone got out of the car.

Dani?!

Justin's PoV

"Hah! I knew it," Harry laughed, watching the video.

"Liar again. How many times does she have to cheat us?" Louis asked, shaking his head.

The video finished and they handed my phone back to me,

"So. We're you accepted into London Academy?" Liam asked, changing the subject.

"Yes. And I'm starting tomorrow."

"How did you even manage to get in?"

"Simple hacking. There was already another kid entering tomorrow so I just had to copy. My dad taught me."

"That's great. See you tomorrow then?" I nodded.

"Yeah. And make sure B*tch comes to school tomorrow!" Zain called as they left. Oh yeah... she found out. I have no idea what to do now.

***

"Okay so class. We have two new students. Introduce yourselves. Niall, you can start first," the teacher said.

I looked at the Niall kid. Loser.