One day

Chapter 18 - Part 2 ~She can go run with scissors, trip and stab herself~

“What the hell happened? Did you get attacked by an ink gun?” Scanning my eyes up and down his body I see he now has a whole sleeve of tattoos on his bicep as well as his tribal one and the one already on his wrist. There are random roman numerals on both sides of his lower neck spreading to his shoulders and there is some creepy ass face on his side near the arm of tattoos with writing above it. I’m going to guess they all mean something but when he just winks at me cockily I don’t press the issue.

I am distracted throughout my workout with Max, thinking about Hazel but I manage to get through it without him bringing anything up. Afterwards I have a nice warm shower lathering up my body with a nice smelling shower gel and wash my hair, getting rid of the chlorine from the pool. If it wasn’t for the nagging feeling something was wrong with Hazel in the back of my mind I’d feel fine. Heading downstairs for dinner I smile when I see all my family are eating at the same time today. I sit across from Kat and she doesn’t make eye contact with me, but that’s not any different from usual. Piling some salad and a slice of a nice looking quiche onto my plate I leave out the meat before digging in. Looking around the table everyone seems to be fairly quiet, even Alisha and Kate. 

“So how’s Mark?” I ask Kat with a small tease to my tone. Snapping her gaze to me she narrows her icy eyes at me.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” She spits and I raise my eyebrows in surprise at her.

“Sorry was just trying to make conversation.” I mutter. After this everyone except Kat and I make small talk around the table and I find out that my mum and John are going away to film for a few days again, taking the twins with them. My heart drops but the only bright side is that they’re letting us stay here by ourselves, assured we’ll be good. As much as I love the Thompson’s I don't know how happy they’ll be having us again after just being there so soon. We all finish our food about an hour later and I head upstairs to my room to get ready for bed. I am quite tired from staying up so late with Hazel last night and I have school tomorrow after all. I change into an oversized T shirt before collapsing face down on my soft bed, instantly falling asleep. 

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The next morning I am awoken early by my phone dinging extremely fast. I open one eye and groggily move my hand around on my bed side table for my phone. Not finding it I remember I threw it on my bed the night before and slowly sit up yawning looking for it. I see the screen lighting up and pick it up. I frown as my notifications continue to flood in from Facebook. Unlocking my phone quickly awake now I scrunch up my face in confusion when I see I have over 1000 notifications. What the hell? Waiting for it to load I see it’s almost 6:30, god whatever this is should be killed for waking me up early. As it finally loads I see that my newsfeed is flooded with a gossip article about ‘the next Taylor Swift’ and I gasp when I see various photos of me with different guys. Oh my god… There’s one from about 2 years ago of me and Cameron looking close as I say goodbye to him out the front of my house. There’s photo’s of me with Colin, back when I was happy. Mark and I grinding at my first party, Ashley, even some with Max after my workouts. The most scary thing is that in many of these photos I’m in my school uniform. I quickly go to my notifications and see someone has tagged me in the picture and that the comment section is already flooded. 

She looks like a slut.

Not even pretty.

Who the hell is she?

What a whore.

Just an attention seeker.

By now tears are slowly running down my cheeks and I cover my mouth to stop the sobs. Who would believe this? Why would someone be so horrible to make this about me? Scrolling up I see that Chelsea was the one who tagged me in the post in the first place and her comment seemed to have started all the hate.