#2
I hung my head low in my notebook as small things hit the back of my neck with giggling followed behind it. I sighed, trying to concentrate. I looked up at the clock. The clock mocking me as I felt time was extra slow this period. I flinched each time something hit the back as my neck as the giggled and snickers continued.
"What the fuck is (Y/N) wearing?..."
"Stupid slut..."
"She's too fat to wear skinny jeans"
"Those converse make her feet look huge"
Their words piercing through my skin. I was a average weight. So why did they call me fat? I wear a size 6. So why do they say I have big feet? I was wearing a normal hoodie on this rainy day. So why did the criticize what I was wearing? I was still a virgin. So why did they call me a slut?
Every insult made no sense to me. I did nothing wrong for them to ever mock me, hurt me, bully me.
I shut my eyes tightly, holding back the tears. Soon, the ringing echoed in my ear. I was the first one out of there. I needed to hurry to my locker and put my stuff away. My eyes on the floor, hurrying before they could follow me to my locker.
I was pushed to the ground, knocking my books out of my hand. I looked up and saw him... Justin. Worse of them all. I stared breathing heavy, collecting my books, trying to avoid confrontation. I got up, trying to rush away.
"AYE BITCH!"
I gulped, stopping. If I didn't stop, he would run after me and punish me even worse then he was about to do right now. I bit the inside of my cheek as I heard his footsteps get closer and closer. I dared not to move. Soon, he was right in my face.
"You should really watch where your going..."
He shoved me a bit, pushing me back. I nodded, trying to hold myself together. "Whatcha gonna do? Hm? Run and tell on me? Hit me? Do it, I dare you." He shoved me harder and harder as my back knocked into the lockers making them shake and make a noise. He slammed his hands on either side of me, making the lockers shake again, bursting my ear drum.
"You gonna go to mommy's grave and tell her? Or tell your daddy who drinks and hits you every night." He softly whispered in my ear. Then there was it. My deadbeat dad and my dead mother was the reason people thought I was so terrible.
My heart stopped. I felt like he ripped it out of my chest. He smirked and I felt a force on my hand.
Soon, my hand went across his face. His head moving to the right. Everyone stopped, shocked as the noise of the slap, caused them to stop. Justin, his head staying to the right, as he moved his jaw around, laughing.
"I know you did not just fucking hit me..." I couldn't talk. Move. But soon, my legs got working again and I pushed him, running down the hall. He ran after me, furious and mad as ever. He was the predator and I was his prey.
I ran and ran, he never stopped. Soon, I hit the dead end of the school. I gulped and he stopped, breathing heavily, smirking as he saw me standing there hopelessly. He walked towards me, his arms reaching our for me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. I yelled in pain and soon, I saw a teacher appear behind him.
"JUSTIN DREW BIEBER! YOU LET GO OF THAT GIRL RIGHT NOW!!!" He turned around, his grip loosening as I pushed him off. He sighed in frustration. "Ms. Klaps, she slapped me, look." He turned his cheek around and it showed the red mark on his cheek. She humphed.
"Fine, DETENTION! BOTH OF YOU!"
...
I doodled on the edge of my math homework paper. Justin threw his basketball back and forth in the air, staring at me. I felt his stare burn my back. The teacher looking over at us, not seeming to be interested. After a while, he got up. "Be back in 20 minutes, got some papers to get from the office. Behave..." His voice filled with not caring and lifeless. He got up and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Justin's chair making a noise as if he was getting up. I fiddled with my pencil, wishing he wouldn't come up to me. But we all knew he was, and he did. "Your gonna fucking get it bitch..." I shook my head, getting up. He walked towards me as I walked backwards. There was no hope. My back hit against the wall as he came closer. I turned my head as he got really close. "Please... Just leave me alone." He smirked. "Ah, so the bitch speaks..." I shook my head. "I have a name... and it's (Y/N)." He smirked even wider. " AND THE BITCH HAS A NAME!"
I looked up at him, gulping.
I never really realized how... his eyes were so bright and a beautiful honey brown color. How his hair was just a dark shade of blonde. How his lips looked like a cupid's bow. How his nose was small, like a button. How his eyelashes were the perfect length. His eyebrows mixing perfectly with the color of his eyes and hair. I looked back up into his eyes.
I can tell his face softened. I didn't know what was happening. I felt like it was just me and him. It was silent. His eyes went from hateful, to loving. His red, angry face turned soft and pale. I didn't know what I was doing.
I placed my hand on his cheek, rubbing it with my thumb. His hands wrapping around my waist, the first time he's touched me without doing it to hurt me. My arms wrapping around his neck and one of his hands moved to the bottom of my chin.
I saw him lean in and I panicked inside. "What are you thinking about?" He bit down on his bottom lip. "Thinking about how much I want to kiss you right now..." My heart jumped in my chest.
"Then do it."
He smiled a bit, leaning in. His lips softly placed on mine as small shiver went down my spine. His soft lips moved against mine in sync. My knees were going weak, my heart was thudding hard against my chest, my hands felt clamy. His lips felt perfect. They were so soft and it felt like I was floating. Soon, we both pulled back out of breathe.
"Wow..." Was all we could both say.
You know what they say. When a boy is mean to you, it means he likes you. <3
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