If You Knew Me

If You Knew Me: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Greetings

The school hallway is always crowded with people; always pushing to get to your classes, to get to your lockers. Although, I never see why. School is hell. They say it’s supposed to be the best four years of our lives. Boy, did they ever lie.

I’m Hailey. Hailey Rochan. I’m a Sophomore at Nene Park Academy in Peterborough, England. Grey eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a nice complexion. I would say I’m pretty cute, but that would be lying to you. Why would I say that? Because of them.

Let me tell you about them. They’re the people who have broken me down so many times, who had made me want to die day after day since the day I’ve gotten here. They are the reason I’m the quiet, shy girl I am nowadays. The bullies, the people who had caused me so much pain for no reason. I did nothing wrong, and yet they still start so much trouble for me. For what? Their own entertainment.

Reaching my locker, I put the combination in and gather my books and place them into my knapsack, then closing my locker door as quickly as I opened it. Turning around, I knocked into something- or, more so, someone.

“Hey, Hails.”

“Hi.” I murmured.

“What? Why are you looking down? Are you playing shy?” Aidan, one of the many bullies I deal with, questioned me.

“No, I’m not. Please move.”

“Awe, Hailey. Maybe I want to see you?”

“Aidan, please move. I need to go home.”

“Not until you kiss me right here,” He smirked, pointing to his cheek.

Pursing my lips, I attempt to squeeze through him and my locker mates, but to no avail.

“Blimey, just let me through, Aidan! Just let me through! Why do you need to torture me!” I screamed in his face.

Smirking at me, he laughed. “Why do I not torture you, is the question, Hailey.” he sneered before moving out of the way.

Rushing through the hallway and out of the academy, I felt my eyes starting to get moist. Refusing to let the tears fall, I speed walk down the streets, taking sharp turns towards my house, hoping that no one would be home at this time. Though, I doubt anyone will be. Nobody is ever home anymore.

Rushing up the steps to my house, I unlock the door and slam it shut. Dropping my bag, I fall to my knees, putting my face in my hands- sobbing as hard as I can. Take deep breaths, I tell myself. Just take deep breaths. It’ll be alright.

Getting up to my feet, I grab my knapsack and put it on its designated hanger and walk to the kitchen, making myself a sandwich and pouring myself a glass of orange juice. As I eat, I start to wonder what Aidan, that bloody asshole, meant by ‘what if I want to see you’. Never has he ever said that to me- well, not around his friends, at least.

He must be up to something. He can’t just say something like that and not mean it, right? Well, he can, but… wait, why am I even thinking about this? He’s a jerk, a butt-hole, a dirty faced ass-munch. Sitting at the kitchen island, I wonder about what he may be planning. To use me, obviously. That’s all hes done to girls ever. Him and that flock of followers.

Taking the last bite of my sandwich, I gulp down the rest of my juice and walk up past the hanger, snatching my schoolwork and racing up the steps to my room then slamming my door shut. Flipping through some pages of a book I’m supposed to be reading, I grabbed my stereo remote and turned my music on. Bobbing my head to my favourite song, I couldn’t help but frown. Aidan has never said anything so… so nice- I guess you can say.