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I wake up to the sound of my alarm.

After yesterday I walked straight home into my room before I feel asleep.

I didn't understand why Jack had a sudden interest in me.

If he wanted me as his next 'victim' it wasn't going to happen.

I was already broken and I didn't need him to make it worse.

I sigh as I get up and walk into the bathroom.

I quickly shower and brush my teeth before getting dressed.

I didn't dress like a slut like most girls at our school.

One because I didn't want to draw attention to myself and two because I had cuts on my arm.

I walk downstairs as to my surprise to see my dad in the kitchen.

I stop in my spot.

Maybe I should go back upstairs and wait for him to leave.

I decide against it as I walk down, unfortunately for me my bag was in the kitchen.

I walk in and pick it up quickly, not saying anything.

You could feel the tension between us.

Luckily it went away when Jasmine entered the kitchen.

"Good morning sweetie" my dad said picking her up in his arms.

"Daddy? Why are you here?" she ask confused.

"I got the day off today so I could spend it with you" He says looking down at her with a smile.

It reminded me when him and I were close when I was little and didn't have 'problems'.

I let out a sigh and walk out the door.

I get into my car which is a white jeep.

I put my bag in the passenger seat and drive to school.

As I arrive I park in my normal spot which was quite far from the school since I couldn't risk anything happening to my car.

I walked out and all eyes were on me.

I quickly darted my eyes to the ground not understanding why everyone was suddenly interested in me.

I was usually ignored.

I felt my hands tremble as I cover them with the sleeves of my jumper.

I walk to my locker as I see the same fucking figure leaning against it.

I was seriously over Jack.

I walk up to him and clear my throat.

He turns around and looks down at me and rolls his eyes.

"Oh it's you..." he said

"Well obviously since it's my fucking locker, it's not my fault you seem to be leaning on it every time I need to use it" I say losing my temper

"Excuse you?" next thing I know I'm pinned against the locker but it was different then yesterday, it was more threatening "I'd watch your mouth if I were you"

I once again begin to shake, I look down at the ground refusing to make eye contact with him not letting him have the satisfactory of seeing me cry.

He raise his hand as I close my eyes and wait for impact but instead I feel his finger under my chin making me look at him.

I open my watery eyes and see his eyebrows furrowed as he frowns at me.

I try to push him off but he was obviously stronger than me and doesn't budge.

"Did you seriously think I was going to hit you" he asks as his frown increases.

I stay silent giving him his answer as he lets out a sigh.

"Can you please just leave me alone, you're drawing attention." I say in a quiet voice as a single tear rolls down my cheek trying to stop since I knew students were staring at us.

He pushes himself off of me and storms off leaving me confused and scared.

I walk into the girls' toilet as I lock myself in a stall and cry.

Why was he so confusing.

Maybe he liked seeing me scared.

One things for sure is I hate Jack Gilinsky.