Bullied (UNDERGOING EDITING)

‌• Chapter Two‌ •

After grabbing my books I slammed the locker shut and headed towards the parking lot to wait for my mom. My eyes were fixated on the crowd of students up ahead that I did not realize that a guy stuck his foot in way causing me to topple over. My glasses slipped off of my face as my body collided against the cold tile floor. Desperately I scrambled around on the floor as I frantically tried finding them however to no avail my hands only grasped empty air. Nothing. I heard the halt in footsteps as the crowd surrounded me, their giggles and snickers resonating through my skull. My heart pounded rapidly against my chest and my insides were slowly being intoxicated with acid wildfire that sought out to devour me. My skin felt hot and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I groped and tried not to cry. I was exhausted beyond repair at this point.

"I'm guess this is yours. Is it? Lacey The Brassy?" a familar, snide voice asked.

I looked up and from my blurry vision I was able to make out the 6 foot frame standing before me. It was Thomas Kent. Thomas was practically every girls' dream boyfriend. Tall, mascular and athletic with dark raven hair and ocean blue eyes.

"Give me back my glasses" I demanded trying to grasp it , but he just held them up higher. I jumped as high as I could, but hey when you're five feet four inches you can't really meet up to someone that is six feet.

"Well, well, the trash talks. I must admit I am impressed", he laughed lowly, waving my glasses tauntingly in front of me.

"Just give me back my glasses, please", I pleaded, emphasizing each word. I hated this life. I hated this school. I hated the people in it. But mostly, I hated myself. I heard the flick of cameras as more people gathered around.

"Aww. Did you hear that everyone? Little big nerd psycho. She said please".

Everybody around us were laughing more and more. Their laughter filled my head to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. The tears began streaming down my face, without even consciously being aware. I could feel how weak I looked as the lump in my throat made it harder for me to swallow. I was weak. I was not strong.

"Is she crying?"I heard a girl's voice ask from beside me, as she burst in a fit of laughter along with the others. God, please make this end. Please.

"I really need to go". I wanted to get off the floort but my legs were not permitting me to. They felt numb and non-existent. I felt like a legless creature.

"Where are you running to? You don't have a boyfriend. It's not like any guy would want..", he scanned my body from top to bottom, snorting, "that".

"Please give them back". I was really starting to feel uncomfortable, well I already was uncomfortable.

"Should we give it to her guys? No, yes, no. Alright fine, fine. Fine here you go". Suprising me with the sincerity in his voice.

"Thanks." I sighed, feeling relieved as I held my arms out for them.

The next thing I heard was my glasses skittering down across the driveway as Thomas kicked them as hard as he could.

"Why did you do that?!" I shrieked angrily, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. How was I going to find them?

"Well, maybe because I handed them over to you but apparently you didn't take them so I thought it would be better if I threw them". Thomas barked at me.

I heard everyone around me increasing in their laughter, not one of them even cared enough to help me out, or so I thought.

"Hey, are those yours?" I heard a familiar, soothe voice ask me.

From what I could see standing in front of me, it was Justin-Hart. Why was he helping me out? Was this another sick joke? What was he going to do with my glasses? Didn't he he hate me?

"Y-ye-s they're m-mine". I stuttered taking a grip at my glasses. Finally, they were in my hands safe and sound. "T-h-aa-nk you". I put on the glasses to see the gorgeous Justin smiling at me.

I was so confused in that moment. Why was he all of a sudden standing up for me in front of the whole school and helping me out? I was really confused.

"It's cool, Thomas is a douche anyway.." He smiled at me, and for once in a lifetime that smile was genuine and sincere.

Before I was able to respond, Diamond was standing before me and stared at Justin with disgust on her face. "Babe what are you doing standing so close to that thing? Why are you talking to her!"

Justin tensed up and grabbed her in the waist as he planted a kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry princess. I was simply reminding this "thing" of how much of a psycho she is. Isn't that right Lacey the Brassy?" He cocked his eyebrow at me.

I was speechless.

Diamond pulled him away and I watched as she held desperately to his arm like he was the very oxygen that she inhaled.

I felt my heart pounding hard inside my chest.

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I saw my mother's vehicle pulling up in the driveway, I made my way and entered the vehicle following by little snickers of laughter and whispers.

"Good-afternoon". I gulped, hoping she wouldn't see that there was something wrong with me.

"Goodafternoon honey, how was school today?" She asked moving her eyes towards me.

"Same old, same old." I lied through my teeth. I was hoping I could get away with that one since my mom knew when I was lying or not.

"Hey, is that a scratch on your glasses? How'd it get that?" She kept staring at the huge scratch on the glasses.

"Oh, I was um...I was just running down to the toilet and I fell so umm yea..." I said feeling a little tense. Wow, such a lame ass lie, is it?

"Oh..umm okay, well we'll see what we can do about that, and be careful next time sweedie." She smiled little at me and went back to staring at the road.

Wheew, she bought it. Seems I'm getting better at this lying thing though.