Bad teacher▪C.B

5

Tiffany runs up to you as you enter the school. Aka he'll. Senior year was not going well and it isn't even almost over.

"HEY Y/N!" Tiff yells as she is now by your side like always. "Why wernt you here yesterday? And why did your mom call my mom? Said something like you were at my house," Tiff asks all these questions.

"I was sick," I say blatantly lying. I don't want to tell her that my dad is still beating me and locking me up. She thinks that he stopped a long time ago and got better. But he didn't.

"Oh... okay," she says. She knows you are lying and can see right through you. "Y/n You know you can talk to me right?"

"Yea your my best friend," I nod and she does too.

"I'll see you later ok," she doesn't wait for an answer before joining her new group of popular kids. The ones that bullied you for having daddy issues and being too skinny.

You hear them whisper to each other about why Tiffany is even friends with me. I look down and keep moving to my locker. When I get there I put my bag in then grab my books for the next few hours.

Music class was first so you sat in the back corner to hide away from all the kids. Mr. Seavey walks in holding a ukalali messing with it.

"Oh y/n hey... class doesn't start for another," Mr. Seavey looks at his watch. "Twenty minutes."

You look up at the brunette and smile small. You eye his instrument getting intrigued by it.

"Umm I know," you say leaning forward and not back because of the cuts that the belt left. "Hey um do you think you could play a little something? You have a great voice," I comment and smile more.

"Yea come here," Mr. Seavey motions for you to sit closer so you move. He strums the instrument and twists the little nob. "Okay.." he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I heard your siren's call, it was beautiful
I am drowning, God, please don't save me I'm in too deep
Can't touch the bottom with my feet
Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living
I'm in too deep
Can't touch the bottom with my feet
Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living," he stops strumming and sets it down. You clap for him because it was really amazing.

"Woah who was that by? It was really amazing but I've never heard it?" I ask mesmerized.

"Oh it was an original but the artist is Why Don't We," he says. He goes to the piano and sits down.

Just as he does so people start entering the class and sitting in there seats. That's when I zone out till the end of class. I get through to lunch and go to sit down. I get only a snack and take two bites before throwing it away.

I wait for Tiffany but she never shows up. She sits by the popular kids. You take that as an opportunity to leave the lunch room. There was no use in being there your only friend didn't want to sit with you.

I run up the stair in the stairwell and sit at the top pulling out my phone. I put on music and slip in my headphones. Maybe I should check out that band. Why can't we? Who are we?

Why don't we that's it. I look them up and find a lot.

'Biggest Boy band of four years breaks up just like one direction'

'Why don't we leaves millions of fans heartbroken. Quites music and drops off the web?'

'Zach Herron, Jack Avery, Jonah Marais, Daniel Seavey, and Corbyn Besson leave band because of disagreements and fans death threats. Goes off the grid'

My eyes catch the names of the people in the band. Seavey and Corbyn Besson. Corbyn was in a band? I shuffle there music and learn that they have quiet good voices and beautiful songs.

"Hey loser," someone says catching you to look up. You see Tiffany with her group. "Yea you anorexic girl. Why aren't you dead yet? Kill yourself already," She says moving closer she grabs your phone pulling out your headphones to hear the song.

"You're in the mirror, but you're not seeing yourself
Just seeing all the ways you could be someone else," played through the speaker.

"This song is so trash horrible it's burning my ears. Bitch," she throws your phone on the ground and laughs before walking away. Tiffany doesn't even look at you as she laughs also. What the he'll is going on?

Tears roll down your cheeks as you pick up the device that was shattered and no longer playing the song. This was the only good thing you had left.

The bell rang and you get up to head to Corbyns classroom. You walk in and sit near the back. Corbyn looks at you but you don't look at him. You didn't want to.

Tears still stream from your eyes even though you try to wipe them away. Someone taps your desk but you stay looking down.

"Fuck off," you groan putting your head down. You try to drown everyone out but someone places there hand on your back. "DON'T DUCKING TOUCH ME DID YOU NOT HEAR ME TELL YOU TO FUCK OFF," you tell at the person behind you who had just touched you.

The guy shrunk down in his seat before nodding. Your bloodshot eyes meet Corbyns and you look away.

"Y/n come to the hallway now," he says. You drag yourself out of the desk and stumble into the hallway. You sit down and wait but he doesn't join you. No one does. You just cry and cry.

No one cares. No one does. Not your dad, not Tiffany who was your only friend. And not Corbyn. Maybe I should listen and end it all.