Please don't copy my story. It is my own creation, created from my own fucked up mind.
The picture is of Lily
Chapter 1
Lily
All I can hear is the voice of the annoying teacher who was droning on and on about stoichiometry, but he really didn't need to, it was easy. I mean sorry for the others who don't understand it, but this is bullshit. God how I wanted this class to end. I don't want to do this anymore. The long lectures were driving my crazy.
I can't believe some people actually like school. Are they fucking stupid? I'm mean sure you get to hangout with your friends for almost seven hours; that is if you have any friends. See, the things is I don't have any. I used to; actually I had a lot of friends. It all changed though, last year to be specific.
I get pulled out of my little rant when I hear the door of the room open. I quickly look up to the door to see who the fucking interupted my me time. I hated when people interupt me when I'm in thought. The last time someone interupted me it didn't end to well; I ended up suspended for two weeks and the other person ended up in the hospital for two weeks.
But while all this was running throug my head, I hadn't noticed how hot he was until I stopped ranting.
Que fangirling.
My heart was racing as I stare at the new guy who barged into my Chemistry class about 20 minutes late. He was breath takingly gorgeous. He could fuck me any time he wanted and I would let him... Okay maybe not, considering I can barely be in a room with guys. I definitely can't be in a room alone with just one.
I have a rough past and I don't want anyone to know. I pushed away all of my old friends to keep them from knowing and I don't want anyone to pity me. I don't let new people in because I don't want to relive my horrible, painful past again. I try to push forward and keep my head up and most people at this dumbass school think I'm a freak already. Most of the of the students think I'm mute. I might as well be. I barely talk to anyone except for when they say a rude comment to my face, then I snap back. Just because I don't hangout with anyone and don't talk a lot and I am classified as a nerd and a freak, doesn't mean that I'm not a psychotic bitch. I don't take shit from anybody and everyone knows that.
After what had happened in my past I shut everyone out and got a few piercings and tats to give the image "Don't fuck with me." I just stopped trying to be the goody goody. I started to skip and smoke and I let my grades fall. I bet you're all thinking what do my parents think of me, well nothing, they died. I live with my bastard uncle and abusive aunt. I try to stay away from the house to avoid them but I have to come home eventually.
I try so hard to not be afraid, to not back down, to be me. Its a little hard to do those things when I have a hard time around people... I wanted to fit, but now I just want to be left alone and away from everyone. Every last soul that hurt me, that destroyed me, that devoured me, I left behind. I fought for who I now am and I plan to keep it that way. Just because this hot guy walks into my school doesn't mean I'll change who I am.
I quickly come back to reality and realised that the new guy was smirking at me. Shit, was I really staring at him that long. I look away and feel my face heat up. Not this crap again.
"Mr. Lyons, please take a seat. I hope this isn't a regular thing." My teacher says to the guy.
"I'll try not to do it again." He tells the teacher, but anyone can tell he isn't serious.
The guy starts to walk towards the desks, and just my luck he sits next to me.
"Hey beautiful, I'm Jax. What's your name?" He asks me.
"Hey dude, nobody talks to the freak. She barely even talks." Some douche calls from the back of the room.
I was getting ready to snap at the guy but Jax beat me to it. Hmm, how dare he?
"Shut the fuck up asshole, I wasn't talking to you." He hisses.
Maybe I take back what I said about him not being able to change who I am.
"Thank you." I whisper as the bell rings.
I don't think I can say much more to him without having a heart attack. I can't even believe I managed to say thank you. I have no problem snapping at guys, but I do have a simple problem talking to them when they flirt with me or help me out.
I didn't give him a chance to answer as I begin to gather my things; just as I'm about to leave a hand wraps around my wrist, " What-," I shut up when I saw it was Jax.
"I never got your name, beautiful?"
There goes that stupid heartbeat again. I hope I don't stutter. Could I be anymore of a freak?
"Its Lilliana, but as you know most people call me freak," I tell him, "Its best if you stay away from me, I'm not good for anyone."
"Well I have news for you, neither am I." He tells me as he let's go of my wrist and walks out of the classroom.
I'm left in dumbstruck and awe as I idiotically stare after him. Quickly gaining my bearings, I walk out of the room to my next class which was history.
How can I just let some guy make me feel like that? Snap out of it! He'll hurt you in a heartbeat. I try to convince myself.
