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The Gang?

Authors note: Hi guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while, school has been a pain in the ass, and I'm sure we all could relate. I'm going to try my best to update at least once a week from now on, but I can't make any promises. Also, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!! A couple weeks back I checked and it had 1K reads, BUT NOW 2K!!!!!! Thank you to everyone! Have a nice day, and enjoy this little story~Val 

As the sun rises from outside the frosted window, I peer out to see the town quietly waking up one by one. It's only six a.m, and everyone is starting up their day. I started my day yesterday, considering I haven't slept due to the five assignments scattered over my bed. I've only finished four, and I'm heavily working on the fifth.

Hearing the chirping of the robin sitting on my windowsill, I open my eyes a little wider and try to stay focused, but eventually fall right back into my half-awake slumber. Dreams fill my head and I try pushing them aside, knowing that if I don't wake up soon, I'll be late for school.

Three hours later, I finally manage to wake up. But I was going to be very late for school.

Falling out of bed and onto the floor, I grab some clothes and put them on while trying to do my hair at the same time, which just makes me topple over backwards and hit my shoulder on the wall. Once my hair is up, I rush to put all the assignments in my backpack, and run out of my room. 

Since my parents are gone for the week, no one can drive me to school, so I'll have to run the whole way. 

The door slams behind me as I make my way outside and into the bright sunlight. It was too pretty outside to just sit in a classroom all day. I would have to skip after I submit my assignments. 

Running past Mr. Keene's store, I remembered my mother told me to pick up something for her before they left. Shit! I was already in a rush, and I didn't need this right now. He was a really creepy guy, and I was wearing shorts and a tank top.

Just push through and no small talk. I tell myself over and over, dreading the stares from him.

Rushing in, the ding of the bell chimes, alerting him I'm here.

Looking over his glasses, he smiles. "Well hello (Y/N), how are you?"

"I"m great, just in a rush though." I try to be polite. "My mother told me an order would be in for her?"

His perky smiles fades. "It's just back here, let me get it for ya." he says with a smirk.

While he's back there looking for it, I stick a pack of cigarettes in my backpack, along with some tampons. A weird duo, I know, but you can never be too careful. 

"Aha! Here it is lass, have a great day." he says handing me a vile of pills.

Holding them up, I nod my head, "Thanks." 

I practically slammed my whole body out the door, just trying to get away from him. Once a pedophile, always a pedophile.

Since school was just up ahead so I booked it, my long braid trailing along with me. (A.N If you have short hair just pretend :) )  Getting to the wide open door of my English, I knock before entering.

Everyone turns their heads at the noise, including Ms. Billett aka the WORST English teacher ever. She smiles an evil grin, about ready to pounce on my late ass.

"Good morning- OR should I say, afternoon." She says.

"Sorry I'm late, I overslept because of five "overdue" assignments I had to finish."

"Well that's not my fault now is it?"

I roll my eyes. "I didn't blame you."

Taking my seat right next to my friend Reginald, he nods his head as if to say hi, and I slightly wave back at him.

He leans over to me. "You know you didn't have to drag her like that right?"

I snicker. "It was a choice." Sitting back in my chair, I can feel the person behind me burning their stare in the back of my head. I roll my eyes again. Hockstetter. 

I turn around to see the lanky flirt dead-eyeing me as if I were meat. He always does this just to get my attention. 

"Hey sweets." he says in a raspy voice. In fact, if I remember correctly the reason he has a raspy voice is because I choked him out for calling me doll a couple days ago.

"Hey bitch."

He smiles and fixes the collar of his shirt. "I can tell that wasn't the reason you were late."

I furrow my eyebrows. "What reason?"

"The, I had five overdue assignments reason. That's bullshit sweetheart." 

"So what are you accusing me of here? I didn't do anything."

"Oh I'm sure you didn't do anything, but how about anyone?"

"Are you saying I'm a whore?" I snicker. "Now that's some bullshit for ya Hockstetter."

"Oh really?" he raises an eyebrow.

I nod my head. "Yeah." I flip him off. "Now fuck off."

Raising his arms in surrender he sits back down in his seat.

<><><>time skip<><><>

Once the dreadful pain of English class is over, I rush out before Patrick can catch up to me and chew me out about not being a slut.

But of course Patrick wasn't the only person who could track me down. Henry and Victor were now standing right in front of my locker, waiting for me to show.

I stay still in the crowd of people, careful not to alert them I'm anywhere near. They look around until I slowly start backing up, planning an escape. That was until Victor spotted me.

Part two will be out soon, and if you have any requests just comment or DM me. Have a great day!!