Enemy Basis | EDITING

4| still here

There were two things I was certain of at East Bridge.

Firstly, no one wanted me here, especially the boys that had cornered me earlier and they'd do everything in their power to make me leave. The second thing I was sure of? I'd never leave no matter how much they did to me.

Contrary to what they believed; I didn't choose to come here. My mother dictated my life, and I couldn't disobey her without facing serious consequences. Years of living with her had left deep emotional scars, so defying her was out of the question. Compared to her, the boys were definitely the lesser evil.

As I walked into my maths lesson late, unsurprisingly, every eye turned to look at me. However, as the class progressed and the teacher droned on about something, the stares didn't stop; they just became more hostile each second. I paid no one any attention.

My mind was completely in its own world, burning as if I were in the fiery depths of hell itself.

I was still so angry and humiliated.

Whoever those guys thought they were, they had no right to act in that way. I never let anyone treat me anywhere close to that manner and I wouldn't start today. From now on, I had to be smart about my actions and choices. I would not be cornered like I was this morning and if they did anything to me, I'd retaliate ten times worse. I had not survived in my household for so long being treated like rubbish to then be walked over by some stupid assholes.

But as the lesson went on, my plan lost confidence.

There was no way that I could take the three of them on. Despite my bravado, they really did seem like the untouchable kings of the school with the ability to destroy everything in their paths if they wanted to, including me. And I did really believe what blondie said this morning; that this was just a taster for what was to come.

But looking around me, I saw the stupid petty glares of those around me and my shell hardened until it was unbreakable. I had suffered far worse than what these guys could bring and they honestly could try their best. After all, they were the least of my problems at the moment and they'd stay that way too.

Still, as the clock ticked on, there was a nervous tingle on my skin as cold, silver metal eyes came into my mind. They told nothing but pure destructive darkness and I honestly prayed for myself the day I'd bump into him or his friends again.

• • •

When lunch came about, my stomach grumbled in anticipation and despite the glares that continued in the same manner, no one would stop me from getting my lunch.

I didn't care that I would have no one to sit next to; my hunger was a bigger problem for me and the childish school's antics could wait.

As I went to queue up, I maintained a cold, closed-off face, weaving everyone off and it worked whilst I grabbed my food, sat down and started to eat. I was mindless to the eyes that still followed me and was content to sit in my warm bubble of absolute ignorance.

This lasted just until I was almost finished with my meal when suddenly the bubble popped and I was left feeling exposed.

When I looked around to see what had caused that feeling, unsurprisingly it was the someone or rather the three someones who had entered the cafeteria and were now sitting on the opposite side of the room.

My green eyes, without wanting to, connected to first the black eyes, then the icy blue and finally the horrid grey, the last one, in particular, so piercing that I don't think I'd ever forget the chill they exerted.