Five Months Later
I took a deep breath as I looked up at my school.
"Are you guys going to okay?" Dad asked Tyler and I
"We're fine." Tyler said then got out the car
"Perri you know you can stay home until it's time." He said but I shook my head
"No I'll be ok." I said watching Tyler disappear into the building. He testified yesterday now it was my turn
"Alright your mom will be here-"
"At one I know dad." I said then opened the door
"Have a good day." He said and I gave him a look
"Just try." He said I nodded then shut the door. I felt totally awkward in my court clothes. I could see eyes on me as I made my way in, over time I've learned to ignore them.
On my way to class I couldn't help but stop at Hannah's locker. I stared at the little blue door thinking about what I would say today. Our lawyer told me it would be mostly the same questions as the deposition, the only problem way I didn't have the same feelings as I did then.
"Are you ok?" I felt a hand on my back I turned to see Zach
"I'm fine and don't touch me." I said pulling away from him. I wasn't angry anymore, but I still didn't want to be around him
"Are you testifying today?"
"What does it look like?" I said then turned away and walked to class, he followed unfortunately we had first period together
"How are you feeling about it?" He asked keeping up with me
"I don't really know."
"Can I uh.. Can I come with you?" He asked looking hopeful
"No thanks." I said
"Perri, are we ever going to be ok again?" He asked stepping in front of me, I chuckled as I rolled my eyes
"We are ok Zach. We're just never gonna be friends again."
"Perri, just give it a chance."
"No chance, you see I have to be able to trust my friends. I have to go in a courtroom in a few hours and pretend that Hannah was a victim, and I just don't see it that way anymore." I said then pushed him out of my way. No sooner than I got pass him I ran into Clay waiting for me outside my class
"Hey Perri."
"What do you want Clay?" I asked then glanced over his shoulder making eye contact with Monty who nodded his head at me
"Your testifying today." He stated I rolled my eyes and walked pass him into the classroom. Where there was a crowd of people laughing and taking pictures of the whiteboard in the back of the classroom
"What's going on?" I heard Zach say from behind me, it was then people started pointing and laughing, at me. I walked over and pushed a few people out of the way. When I saw the board, I felt sick. It was six different pictures of me at parties but I was drunk scratched into the bottom of each picture
Who Would Trust A Drunk Slut
I quickly ripped the pictures down
"Who did this?" I snapped but everyone just looked away, I glanced down at the picture on top and realized it was from 'that night'
"Perri are you ok?" I felt a hand on my shoulder, I pulled away as I felt my chest get tight and rushed out the classroom. I bumped into something but I couldn't focus those blue eyes that haunted me most nights were everywhere
"Hey just breathe ok? Take deep breaths." I heard and followed what they said until my breath started to slow down
"Are you ok Perri??" I opened my eyes to see Monty standing in front of me, I looked around to see everyone looking at me like I was crazy.
"What's going on?" Mr.Porter asked breaking through the crowd
"Montgomery." He glared at him then looked at me
" Perri are you ok."
"Y-yeah I'm fine." I said putting my head down
"What do you have in your hand?" He asked looking at the now crumpled up pictures
"Nothing." I said
"Why don't you come with me? Everybody get to class." He said and people started moving
"I'll come with you if you want me to." Monty said looking down at me
"No I'll be ok." I said as Clay handed me my bag I didn't even realized I dropped it
"Thanks Clay." I said looking at him he nodded but I could see he was concerned . I went to follow Mr. Porter but Monty stopped me
"Did you take your meds today?" He asked so only I could hear
"I didn't want them to affect me in court."
"Perri-" I cut him off
"I know I'm ok now." I said then followed Mr.Porter
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Seventeen (Zach Dempsey/ Montgomery De La Cruz
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