He bumped into me as if i was invisible to him. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" i screamed. He walked away ignoring every word i had just spoken. I couldn't pick up my books and papers fast enough, everyone was laughing at me. Furious and hurt i ran into the closest bathroom, went into a stall and fell to the ground. "What do i do to deserve this?" i said as i wiped my tears with my sleeve. My favorite blouse ruined with mascara and eyeliner smears. The next period bell rang and i was screwed! "Shit! I can't walk in late! I am always on time!" I picked my stuff up and ran out the door. The only way i could get out is if i left right now. "you are such a fuck up!" my concious was speaking to me as i was running down the hall. I need to get to the front doors. Running as fast i could i ran into a familiar figure. I flew backwardws as if a train hit me "dont you wish that was real?" my mind said to me. "yes, yes i do" i said softly. Crying even harder i scrammbled to pick all my papers up, could anything go worse? Well it did. I looked up and there he was, just hovering over me, just staring. I slammed my fist to the ground as if it was his face. i felt that pain it was bearing to feel but getting out of there was all i wanted.
"You okay?"
"Does it look like im okay!?" I snapped.
"You need help" he said with a smirk on his face.
"No shit! State the obvious sherlock"
Offering his hand, i refused. I refused to touch that douche bags hands. "Take my hand, you obviously need help." I kind of did want to take his hand but i dont like showing affection. Rolling my eyes i took his hand and well.... the grip. The grip of his hand to mine gave me and unexplainable feeling.
"My name is Kieron, Kieron S. Brittle."
"Uhh, Hi. I need to go."
"No thank you? Arent you going to tell me your name?"
"uhhh thanks. uhm sure its (your name)." i said running out the front doors. Running as fast as i could looking back every second seeing Kieron trying to catch up to me. Eventually he stopped trying and went back to the school. "What was he doing? Why was he chasing me? Why did he help me?" questions stared pouring into my head. I had two conciouses at this point. One telling me to like him for helping me and the second one telling me to forget about him. He wouldnt like you anyway. What am I doing to myself?. All II needed at this point was my bed. Thats it.
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"Y/N, WAKE UP! IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!" my mother yelled up to me.
"IM NOT GOING! IM SICK"
"BULLSHIT! YOU ARE GOING TO SCHOOL, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!'
I rolled out of bed, Put my hair in a bun, put on sweatpants and a sweatshirt and ran out the door. Didn;t even bother putting on makeup or put my contacts on. I looked like a straight bum. Whatever though i had no one to impress, everyone hated me anyway. I walked in with my head down eager to get to my first class. "Y/N, come to the office immediatley" Everyone laughed. I was so embarresed that my face turned bright red. You rarely see me in the office.
"What happed to you yesterday?' the principal said as he wrote down other things.
"uhm, well.... i kinda went home."
"Why? That can get you expelled you know."
"You can't expell me! please!" i said crying. "I just needed to get away, i was having a bad day"
"Y/N, You cant just leave."
"Im sorry please my parents can't know about this"
"Fine. If it happens again you will have all the consequences that follow."
Running out of the office, tears rolling down my cheek. I look up to see "Him" aka Mr.Brittle.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
