//you and i\\

thirteen☆

I throw my shoes on and finish covering up any bruises. I yawn and put all of my stuff in my backpack and head out with Jenny and Lili.

We get into the jeep and buckle up our seat belts and head to Boulangerie et Café. Jenny turns on some of my favorite 90s hits and turns it all the way up.

We reach our favorite cafe and unlock the doors to the jeep and head in. We walk up to the register and order our usual and sit down at a table until they call for our name.

"Table 13? I have your order!" I get up out of the bar stool I sat in and head my way up to the pick up place.

I walk up to the guy holding our coffees. "L?" I scratch my head and look him up and down. "Your friend said you hang out here a lot so Helda had told me to get a job here. Which fucking sucks by the way." I laugh. He looks up at me and stares me in the eye as if he's about to pull out a pocket knife or weapon of some sort. "Watch what you do with that weapon, L, you dont want to get fired your first day do you?" L smirks and smiles. "You're right, I don't."

I roll my eyes and head back over to Jenny and Lilian. "Who's that guy you were talking to?" I roll my eyes. "Just a friend of mine. He's not from around here." Lili smiles. "New boyfriend?" I laugh. "Never in a million years would I date HIM."

We finish up our coffee and head back into the jeep to get to school. We turn back on the music and jam out.

We reach the school and get out of the jeep and head in. Looks are coming g from every direction. "Hey!" I turn around. "You work with Niall right?" I shake my head yes. "You must be Liam, right?" He nods. "Yep, that's me!" He says laughing and scratching his head.

I've seen Liam around before but I never really talked to him because he's always hanging out with the theatre kids.

The bell rings to go to homeroom and I walk in and sit in my usual spot. The late bell rings and after a few minutes of Mr. Perkinson taking the attendance, Tyler walks in, and sits next to me.

"Becca you have got to believe me." I sigh. "I can't Tyler. I'm sorry, I've already talked to Zach. And yes I know everything he said."

Tyler continued to fight with me. "No Tyler! I know what happened! You just need to stop assuming things!" Everyone in the class looked up and behind them and Mr. Perkinson pops up his head. "You're so full of yourself, Bec, you know that!"

I get up and storm out of the classroom and run to the bathroom. I shut the stall door and run into a stall and lock it. I ball myself up into a tiny little ball and cry. "Hello?" I hear a voice say. I stop crying and stay silent for at least a good 2 minutes. "I just want to help."

I unlock the stall door to see a girl with short blonde hair and hazel eyes. "Emilian. Or Em." I smile. "Rebecca. Or Becca. Or Bec." She laughs. "So what's up, why were you crying?"

I sigh. "It's a very long story that I cant explain. But um, I got to get back to class I'll see you later?" She nods. "Lunch maybe?" She asked. "Mhm."

After a very long first period, I meet up with Harry and walk with him to class. "Are you free after school?" I shake my head no. "Sorry, I have to work and I have a lot of stuff to do." Harry smiles. "It's 'aight."

We walk into the classroom and I'm getting looks from everyone. "Its okay, dont worry about them mate, they're just being the ass hats they are." I smile and sit down in my assigned seat.

"You're not going to fall asleep today are you Miss Walker? I really wouldn't like to have a conference with your father about sleep."

I sigh and look around. Everyone has their eyes on me to make sure I don't fall asleep. And I'm just sick and tired of everyone's bullshit.

About twenty minutes later, someone gets up and out of their seat and passes out a packet of paper. "You will have 25 minutes to complete this test, if you dint finish it's a zero, and if you talk, it's a zero."

I look behind me towards Harry and give him a confused look. 'I didnt know we had a test today.' I mouth at him in confusion. 'Yeah, I forgot to tell you.' He mouths back writing his name on his test.

I turn back around toward my test and write my name on the paper.

I answer to the best of my ability since math isn't really my thing. I sigh and bubble in answers and do the problems.

After second period was over, I turn in my test and head to third period.

I walk into photography a d take a seat and sigh. I open up my laptop and head to the assignment written on the board and download the pdf.

It's finally lunch and I head to the table with Jenny and Lilian and sit down. I pull out an orange and eat it. "That's not all your going to eat is it?" Lilian asked. "Yeah, it is? Why?" Jenny sighs. "Becca you better est something else." "Hey!" I hear a voice from behind. "Oh Emilian, hi!" I smile. "Not still crying are you?" I laugh. "No, I'm okay. Uh Em, these are my best friends, Lilian and

*later*

Its finally seventh period. I head into the locker room and open up my locker and take out my p.e. clothes. I change into our shirt and untie my shoes to put on my shorts. I slip them on a d quickly tie my shoes. I bend over a d brush my hair forward a d put my hair into a high ponytail.

I head out to our destined location at the track and check in with my coach to let her know I'm here and plug in my earbuds in my phone and start running.

After a while of running, the whistle blows and I head back in to the locker room. I change in a bathroom stall and sigh.

When everyone clears out, I look in the mirror at all of my bruises. Some of them are fading away, and some of them are still there.

I start to cry. I hate myself for everything about myself. I hate me for my mom not wanting me. I'm a bad person, that's probably why. I hate me for the bruises and scars my dad left on my body.

I hate every part of me. I take out a pair of scissors out of my backpack and silently dig the sharp part into my skin.

I let the blood run over the sink. "Becca are you in here?" A voice yells. "Shit." I whisper quietly.

I wash off the scissors and shove them into my backpack and lock the stall and run to the toilet paper.

I hold the paper onto my cut on my wrist and squeal in pain. It stings. "Becca?" The voice says coming closer. "Its Jenny." I crack open the stall door. She comes in a d looks at my wrist. "Becca you did not just-" Tears are rolling down my face and she takes the toilet paper off of my arm. "Becca.." She says crying. I run out and run to my Bailey's.