Tumbling Down (Dance Moms Fanfic)

Teardrops (Ch.25)

Me: I'm so done with her! I don't care whether she's being forced to do it or not. She's been fake her entire life.

My sister started a whole mob against me today. She got sympathy from my tripping and turned me into some monster that the whole school is pointing at.

I hate my life.

Tyler: Don't get mad! She's doing it so you get mad.
Me: Whatever! Just. I wanna go home!
Tyler: Cuz you'll feel so much better being alone in a house with her.
Me: I'll be away from everyone here.
Tyler: Fine. Let's go.

He starts the car and drives away from school. On our way, my phone dings.

"Someone isn't happy their sister came back to school today"

I slam my phone down in my lap, trying to sink farther down in the seat.

Tyler: What now?
Me: Nothing.

I don't care for his comments right now.

My phone dings again.

"Poor baby. Too bad everyone hates you"

"Even he will"

"You think you're so special? He told you his name? Everyone knows it, honey. Tyler James Stranton."

"But you aren't blonde. Or tall. Or pretty. He'll dispose of you fast."

I can feel heat rising to my cheeks. "Leave me alone". Yeah. Real convincing.

"Just look at him. Does he look like the pitying type? He's not. Just when Chloe lets her guard down, he'll drop you in the disgusting filth you are."

Tyler: Who keeps texting you?
Me(angry): Who else?!

It comes out a lot louder than I intended.

"The prostitute perfume and makeup only covers up so much. He'll get the clap from you and want you dead. Just like everyone else."

My anger is turning to tears really fast. I have to stop it. I'm not gonna cry in front of him. Again.

"Aw, did that make you cry?"

I can see my house. Safety. I can cry there.

Tyler: All this you're putting yourself through and you can block the number.

He's right. I could have done that forever ago.

Me: What about Twitter?
Tyler: It's not hard. Delete the app.

I roll my eyes and confirm the blocking on my phone. Bam. No more messages.

Me: But other people can still see it.

We pull into my driveway. He turns to face me more. I don't look up.

Tyler: If you don't see it, you can't get hurt by it. Then it all stops.

Is he kidding? I throw my arms up in outrage.

Me: People can still see it. And I have to go to school with them. And they can make fun of me still.
Tyler: You'll have no clue what they're talking about. Just be confused.
Me: But what if-
Tyler: No 'what ifs'. They're either going to go on making fun of you or they're not. You're either gonna react to it, or you're not. That's it.

I hold my phone in my hand, studying it, expecting it to blow up with notifications.

I watch Tyler's hand over both of mine. It's then I notice how cold my hands are.

Tyler: Stop worrying.
Me: I worry about everything.
Tyler: Well stop. You can't do that.
Me(mumbling): Too late.
Tyler: What?
Me: Nothing. I should go.