Downtown Boy

c h a p t e r 1

🎵Uptown girl🎵

-Billy Joel

Don't you just hate people?

Hypocritical, power hungry, desperate for validation.

I hate it.

It's status that defines everything, who you are, how you're to be treated, how you're to be spit on.

They don't see how much of a horrible personality you have, it's money that controls others.

And now, as I'm standing at my locker as a student gets bullied for needing glasses to see is just fucking stupid.

But what can I do? I'm supposed to be this good little girl who obeys her parents and is going to end up as an obedient trophy wife exactly like her future is planned.

The cheerful blond talking to me, scoffs when she sees where my focus is fixated and not on our conversation.

"I'm talking to you Sierra, you look at the person when talking to them." She rolls her eyes, blocking my view.

"I'm not talking to you, it's the other way around." I push her away from right in front of me, she moves, but continues talking.

"So the party I was telling you about, I met this hot guy, like, dark aura, beard, tats and piercings, so. fucking. hot," She gushes, "but he kept on brushing me off like a lint on his super expensive designer blazer."

I look back at her, she was pouting now.

"Maybe he just didn't like you?" I reason, "You can't force him."

Her shoulders deflate, sucking on her bottom lip and then looking at her feet gloomily, "I know." When I feel like the girl finally understood what I'm talking about, she sighs dramatically, "He was supposed to be my baby daddy."

Ok, Katelyn, pack it up.

"I need to leave now, work, class. Bye Kate." I try coming up with some believable lie and then shove my books in my locker, waving at her.

But she grabs my bag, stopping me, and she looks helpless and tired.

"There's no point in- you'll only get in trouble yourself, let it go."

Silently, I shrug off the bag, letting her arm drop, "How about you let me go? Okay? Okay."

I walk off, shoulders and back straight, chin high, eyes looking up.

He was crouched down at his level, amusedly smirking at the kid who was a stuttering mess, trying to get his glasses back, "Listen here kid, you're in my psychology group right?"

He nods, trying to get up from his slouched position, "Ye-yes, can I...can I have my glasses back?"

"Tch, listen to what I have to say first, the guys and I have to go somewhere important, finish the work for us."

"Y-yeah, yeah I'll do that."

"No you won't." I butt in, smiling sweetly, my hands were behind my back, anxiously squeezing my fingers and digging my nails in my palms.

Jonathan, the guy, looks at me, "Sierra, babe," He starts, standing up and walking closer to me, my breathing almost about to waver, and my eyes about to blur, "fuck off."

"Just cause you're a freeloader with your mommy and daddy, doesn't mean you have the right to be everywhere, not everyone gives a fuck about you, babe."

His head faces down, his lips lifting up, "You've always had such a bad mouth on you," Clothes touching mine, I step back a bit, still playing with my rings, still behind me, "kiss your mommy with that dirty little mouth?"

"No, but I kiss your daddy, he loves this dirty little mouth."

He's looking down at me when he grabs my arm all of a sudden, tightly, and pulls me so close.

Make him let go.

I just need to breathe. Try and breathe. That's it.

"Give him back his glasses and let me go before it's more than just my bad mouth." I threaten him.

He scoffs, a laugh bubbling from his chest when he giggles, looking at his friends unbelievably and then back at me, "I always knew you were the rough type sweetie." His hand on my arm loosens and I'm relieved, but all the disappears when I feel something on my ass.

My knee jerks forward and he topples over.

It's okay, It's okay.

I yank my hand back that was aimlessly still up, snapping out of it.

One of the guy steps forward before I scream, catching everyone's attention in the hallway.

"Stay back and hand me back those glasses before I kung fu you buffoons with my my ninja nunchucks!" I threaten them.

In a second, those glasses were sliding to me. Jonathan's friends ran away, dropping the freshman that they were bullying and Jonathan as well.

Some students lingered around, staring curiously to what happened, but someone started telling them to leave and that nothing was here to see anymore.

Like they could see before that.

Rushing to the kid that was using the locker as a support, I grab his forearm, helping him up.

"Are you okay?" Kate rushes over, checking me around but I wordlessly take the bag I'd left with her and just give her a look that I'm fine.

Handing him the glasses, I take out a water bottle from my bag, "Here drink this." I offer, but a hand comes into view and my bottle is snatched from my hand and shoved back.

"Listen ma'am, appreciate the help, but I think that's enough, wouldn't want you crying over the million dollar Gucci bottle in contact with someone dirty." A gruff voice objects.

Before he could move me out of the way, Kate pulls me back gently, not touching my arm, but my sleeve.

What an asshole.

Snapping my head at the guy with narrowed eyes, his narrowed back at me as well.

His eyes were so pretty. His face was pretty.

My eyes still focused on glaring beside me, I offer my bottle.

"I wouldn't be giving it to him if I thought that, stupid."

"People like you regret things quickly, better safe than sorry, idiot."

"Excuse me, like me?!"

"Did you not hear me the first time? Are you dea-"

"Okay! That's enough!" Kate intervened, pulling me back and away from the hallway.

"No, let me at him, I could totally take that asshole on." I muttered, cursing him.

Kate sighs and mocks me, "Of course you could Sierra, you can do anything you want if you believe in it."

"Keep the bottle, it's cold right now. So put it on your wound, okay?" I tell the freshman while being dragged.

I was about to walk into class with Kate when the principal stops me, clearing his throat.

"Miss Sierra, I need to see you in the office. There's been a complain about you being violent with the other students." He said sternly.

Oh, so this blind bat doesn't see the harassment with the other kids. Wait, the students don't see it. Was I the only one visible? These fucking idiots.

"You're parents are on their way." He adds.

Fucking snickerdoodles.

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nice.