She was a girl of mystery, a girl nobody fully and truly understood. She kept to herself all the time dreading the hours that ticked by. She hated her life and everything that came with it. Home wasnt really a home to her for she was adopted and was forever haunted by her past. Selena Marie Gomez.
She was afraid, afraid that he would come back for her. The man that changed her life for the worst. She didnt feel loved no matter how hard her foster parents tried, they wanted to get her to open up to them but she wouldnt budge. They were worried about her and they had the right to be. School was no better all the kids looked at her like she was weird she barely had any friends at that.
But, one guy stood out from the crowd that saw her in that way and his name was Justin. He always felt drawn to Selena. He felt sympathy towards her even though he didnt know her at all. He hated how all the kids at school talked about her when they knew nothing about her either. He saw a girl who was broken, a girl who seemed lost in her own world.
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(selena's POV)
i was walking down the halls of my school with my head hung low, i always did this to avoid any eye contact with the students. Murmurs filled my ears from most of the girls i walked by and i caught bits of pieces of what they were saying. "freak" " she's weird" and "she has no friends" were a few of what they said to eachother. I hate this hell hole and the people in it, its such a drag being here i just want to die. I have nothing to live for any way so whats the point of holding on to the little life i have left in me. I began walking faster to get away from it all when i felt something trip me from under me making me crash to the ground. My heart started beating rapidly as silence filled the whole hallway before laughter was replaced with it.
"oh my gosh im so sorry!" a girl told me as she quickly picked up her bag that i tripped on. I didnt say anything i just quickly jumped to my feet, everyone was still laughing and my anxiety started kicking in as my breathing came in faster. I looked in the faces of the people laughing before i was going to turn to make a run for it then i heard a loud voice.
"its not funny stop laughing!" i turned to see a boy with dirty blonde hair that was spiked up perfectly standing on the other side of the aisle in front of me looking angry. Everyone got silent with only a few people still chuckling at my clumsiness. I looked at him in disbelief and not in a good way.
"are you okay?" he asked me full of concern as he took a few steps closer to me. I scoffed at him and turned on my heels and quickly walked away. It was bad enough i fell but then he attracted more attention towards me, i felt more embarrased. Why would he look at me like that, as if he had felt sympathy for me or pity. I dont need anyone standing up for me or...feeling bad for me it makes me angry.
"hey wait up!" i heard the familiar voice call to me as i heard his footsteps follow with his voice. Why is he following me now? I kept walking i didnt want to talk to anybody especially him.
"wait!" he called after me before he jumped in front of me making me stop. I look up at him slightly glaring at him.
"well you could say you're welcome, I stood up for you back there" he tells me as he looks confused of my attitude with him. "i dont need you standing up for me! im fine now leave me alone" i tell him as i walk around him.
"wait im sorry i didnt mean to upset you, i just didnt like how they were treating you" he tells me as he cuts me off standing in front of me again giving me the same look of pity. My blood began to boil, who does he think he is?
"stop it! dont do that!" i yelled at him. "what? do what!" he questioned me.
"stop acting like you feel pity for me! you dont know me or anything about my life! just leave me alone!" i screamed at him before walking away and this time he didnt stop me.
