Barely Lethal

one.

I peeked in my father's room, and saw that he was still asleep. I could hear his snores from down the stairs. He's gonna wakeup with a nasty hangover and there's a chance that he'll blame it on me.

He mostly yells at me and blames me for almost everything. I try to stay quiet when he ends up taking physical measures because it becomes worse when I end up talking back at him. As much as I hate him for his constant abuse, I can't hate him. He's my dad, and I pray that he'll end this soon.

The walk to school took me fifteen minutes and as soon as I arrived my eyes landed on Farah and Thea sitting on the wall outside of school.

Thea was texting on her phone, probably to some guy she would be meeting during the weekend. She was like female version of a player. With her slim figure, long flowing blonde hair and confident stride, she could definitely pull it off.

Farah was sitting on the wall smoking a cigarette. She was tall and her jet black hair reached her waist. She had the type of a figure that most females envy and die for. She was a bit badass with her leather jacket and motorbike.

She may be rough on the outside but when you get to know her, she's a real sweetheart.

Both of my friends were loud, outspoken and made themselves known around the school. I sometimes wondered how they were my friends. I was completely different as I blended into the background-there was nothing that stood out about me. I wasn't exactly a happy-go-lucky ray of fucking sunshine.

I took a deep breath and plastered a smile as Thea noticed me.

"Quinn!" Thea yelled out, keeping her phone away and jumping off the wall. She ran over me and engulfed me in her arms.

She pulled away and narrowed her eyes at me, "How many times do I have to tell you to wear those cute little skirts I picked out for you?!"

I grimaced. "Thea, you have the body of a lingerie model and I have the body of a plus size model."

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're not fat?" she sighed.

"You don't have to because I know you're lying." I poked my tongue out at her.

She rolled her eyes. We have this conversation a lot and it's useless to try and make a point.

We walked over to Farah as she was finishing her cigarette. I jumped and up and sat on the wall along with Thea and Farah.

"Quinn, when did you start shopping in the men's section?" Farah teased. I was slightly confused for a while until I realized she was referring to my hoodie.

I flipped her off which caused them to laugh.

"There's a party at Ethan's tonight and you're coming with us whether you like it or not." Thea stated.

"Fine." I groaned. They always try make me go to these stupid parties. I don't like the idea of getting drunk, waking up with a hangover and regretting it. It's like a never ending process.

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I can safely say that this party sucked.

Well, it sucked for me, but for everyone else, the party was a complete hit. The music was loud, the alcohol was flowing and there were too many people grinding against each other. It's like these people just go ask like, can you slam me against the wall and make out with me?

People were dancing in the middle of Ethan's living room, laughing and having a great time. If I were to dance, I'd look like a constipated chicken. And I'm sure no one wants to see that. I cringed thinking about it. God, I hate parties.

Farah was mildly drunk, and sober enough to know what was happening around. Thea, on the other hand, was completely drunk and giggling as this guy whispered things into her ear which were obviously dirty. Well, they do say that drunk people are honest even if they're not thinking straight.

I had been there for an hour and realizing that the night was not getting any better, I decided to move around as far away from the couple that can't stop sucking faces.

Before I could take a step, someone behind me put their hand over my mouth muffling my screams. Picked me up by the waist and carried me over the shoulder to the side of the house which had the outdoor pool.

I had my eyes closed from fear as I didn't know what to expect. Suddenly, the person decides to throw me into the pool. This person must have known that I can't swim.

My head is pounding, every cell in my body is screaming for oxygen. I keep fighting until I feel like my head is about to explode, I have to take a breath. However, it seems impossible to do so.

Oh god, I'm going to die!

I was lucky when Farah noticed I was struggling. She pulled me out and I gasped for air and choked a little because some of the water managed to get into my lungs.

I can feel the stinging in my eyes as the tears were threatening to escape any second and the lump has risen at the back of my throat.

"Are you okay?" Farah asked. I slowly nodded my head, and my eyes meet everyone else. I noticed that Sam O'Neil was standing the closest to me with a smirk on his face which made me come to the conclusion that he was the person who tried to drown me.

I could hear their laughs and their whispers about how I deserved it. I understood completely that they didn't want me here or alive for that matter. I wasn't a confident girl and their hateful remarks didn't help with the self-esteem issues.

Without another word, ignoring Farah's called and their laughter, I stand up and walk away.

I stepped outside and I became aware of the fact it was slightly raining. I looked around the only thing illuminating the sidewalks were the dim fluttering lampposts and a few headlights of the passing cars. All the stores seemed to be closed and it gave the town an empty feeling.

I stood in the rain as torrents of tears coursed down face, mingling with the rain. Wrapping my hoodie tighter around me, I let the tears fall freely from eyes on the way home.

I was wrapped in my own pity that I hadn't noticed a black van pulling up next to the pavement. I quickened my pace, realizing anything could happen at the moment. I heard the door of the van slide open, and someone had jumped out. My heart began to pound faster and I was afraid to turn around to see who it was.

"Quinn King?" a man's voice called out and I froze.

I slowly turn around to see the person who seems to know my name and he was definitely a sight for sore eyes. He had dirty blonde hair that reached up to his broad shoulders and they framed his sharp features well. He had tanned skin and was wearing a black long sleeved top which was tight enough to show his very well build muscles.

The smirk he had on his face made me want to scream and run as fast as I can.

"H-How do you know my name?" I stuttered.

Run you fucking idiot, don't try to make small talk!

"I know a lot about you." he told me.

"Who are you?"