It started with a dare (in the works)

It started with a dare {1}

I walked back and forth on the stage, pointing towards the audience with confidence.

"You matter. We. All. Matter. Don't you get it? Just because you don't like someone doesn't mean you have to be a dick and steal their girlfriend, totally not cool dude. You must want to better yourself, and if you vote for me, I will help you every step of the way. You're all special in your own spectacular little ways, and I strongly believe that I can make this school a better place. I'm Madison Vontrova, vote for me if you want change to happen now."

Long story short, some nerd named Richie McEvoy won, and my life went to complete shit. I told this story not to waste your time, but to basically show that you should never attempt to change the world all in one day. Step by step, children, step by step.

I approached my locker, rummaging through it as I grabbed my AP english textbook. When I shut it I jumped back instantly, placing a hand over my beating heart as hyper blue eyes stare back at me.

"Shit, Nat, you scared the-"

"Never mind that, I saw your speech. Bring it in," she soft talked me as she opened her arms.

"I'm fine, I knew I wasn't going to win anyway, because I don't have a cock."

She squeezed me anyway as she gave me a long embrace.

"Screw them, you're my student body president."

The corner of my mouth rose in a smile.

"Thanks."

"Let's go to lunch, shall we? My mom made some bomb ass casserole."

"Gross," I snickered as she forcefully pushed me into a locker.

"You know I love your mom. But casserole? Eek."

We made our way to lunch as we sat down at our usual spot. I couldn't stand the school food so I usually just take my own. See, now if I would have won class president, the lunch food would be better.

"Being class president is way too stressful, anyway. Why would you want to live that lifestyle," Natalie questioned as she dug into her disgusting casserole.

I shrugged. "I thought it would be cool if my dad got to brag to his coworkers that his daughter is the student body president at Brocker High. Ever since my mom died...I feel like it's my duty to make him proud."

"I'm sure he's beyond proud of you Kenzie, you're his shining star," Natalie smiled.

"If I don't get into Harvard or Yale he'll be so disappointed." I didn't realize I was frowning until Natalie made a face.

"You'll make it babe, with those brains, how can you not?"

"Thanks Nat." My mood uplifted slightly.
Suddenly a dark vibe entered the cafeteria as strong cologne filled my nostrils.

"Well, well. Look who it is, the pig and her sidekick."

As Natalie and I looked up, piercing emerald eyes met mine as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Fuck off, Dean," Natalie snapped.

He chuckled as he pulled up a seat next to me and wrapped a heavy arm around me.

"What are we eating here today," he asked as he picked with my lunchbox.

"Pizza? You should really lay off that, it goes straight to your cheeks, you know.

That's Dean Hardaway for you. Major douce. For years he's bullied me about my weight. What did I do about it? Oh, nothing. I couldn't tell authorities because that would make my life even harder. I couldn't possibly tell my dad because he'd drive up to school and shoot him instantly. All I can do is take the blow.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size," I butted in confidently.

"Why don't you lay off the hamburgers," he replied smartly.

"If you're not out of here in three seconds, I will kill you with my bare hands," Natalie warned, clinching her fists.

Dean rose his hands in defense as he got up.

"Calm your horses, no need to get your panties in a twist," he chuckled.

"One," Natalie counted down. "Two."

"Alright, alright. See you later piggy," he grinned as he ruffled my hair roughly as he walked away.

I rolled my eyes as I turned to Natalie.

"What a dick," I muttered.

When I got home I cried my eyes out. I'd never tell Nat that, though. I buried my face in my moist pillow. I quickly got up as I stare at the wall.

What drives people to bully, anyway? They most be really insecure. My heart was beating at an alarming rate as tears stung my eyes. My eyes immediately met a bottle of pain killers.

"Don't be stupid Kenzie," I warned myself as I got up and walked towards my dresser.

I picked up the pill bottle as I screwed off the lid. I shut my eyes tightly. When I opened them I found myself chugging down the entire bottle of painkillers. Instantly I felt weird as I sat down, gripping my knees as my eyes met the floor. My eyesight got blurry as I slowly faded away from existence.

Never did I expect that I was going to fall in love with the guy who almost made me kill myself.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT. CHAPTERS COMING SOON, PLEASE BE PATIENT. - PunkLern