Tales of a High School Nobody

Part four

Here’s part four, I think if I don’t get at least one new vote I’ll stop this story, because I have two others I’m working on. So please comment, vote, fan.

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Lily’s P.O.V.

Beep!Beep!Beep! Shit. It’s Friday morning, and I have to get up, just to go to school and get the crap beat out of me by the emos and the preps. Good for me. I slip on my skinny jeans, a tee shirt, and my converse, and head out the door. I think I’ll stay in hiding today. I need a new spot because that emo found me yesterday, and he’ll tell them where I am, and I’ll end up in the hospital. That would suck, because I have no health insurance. I might just go there anyway, because I don’t have very much time to look.

I get to school before the bell rings go to each one of my teachers, tell then I don’t feel good and I’ll do my work in the clinic. They’re all fine with it, I’m just one less kid to take care of. I know I shouldn’t have gone to my usual place, but I did anyway, and sure enough, that one emo came again. “Where are you?” He asks. “Where were you hiding yesterday?” My breath catches in my throat when he gets near the mats concealing my hiding place. And as if I jynxed myself he moved the mats and found me. “Wow. You are really tiny if you can fit in that little place!” He laughs “Fuck off.” I return. “Wow.” He pretends to be hurt. “You’re really mean.” He says, “Really? I had no idea!” I counter back at him. “No,” He says, “I beg to differ. I think you know you’re mean, but I know something you don’t.” He said so surely. “And what is that?” I enquire curiously. “Don’t slap, hit, or tackle me for saying this, but you're hot." He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I broke the promise he told me to make. I tackled him and stuck his arm behind his back. "Why would you say something like that?!" I scream at him. "I have enough self issues without some stupid hot emo stranger lying to me like that!" He started laughing. "What the hell? I'm yelling at you and you start laughing! Are you crazy??" "Okay," He chuckles after he pulls himself together. "First of all, you called me hot." I blush and deny it. "NO way!" I scream. "Second of all, the way you said it was funny. I mean, you called me an 'emo stranger', and third you said you have so many issues with yourself. No offense, but I don't believe you." I'm not gonna lie he made me pretty mad, so I brought up the thing I don't bring up with anybody. "No problems aye?" I shout at his gorgous face. "Well, look at these!" I folded up my sleeves revealing seven years worth of cutting scars. "Then hmmm, what could these be? Also I must be imagining that my parents were murdered when I was eleven, and that I have OCD,ADD, depression, and anxiety!" His eyes got wide as I listed all my problems. He was probably trying to get me to stop talking, but I wouldn't, when I finally stopped shouting he did something weird. He kissed me! Having never had my first kiss I was nervous, and it was getting worse... Until my anxiety overcame me and the darkness filled up my mind...

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Okay guys, there's part four, it'll get more interesting if I finish it so comment, VOTE, fan. Bye :)