I'm currently walking through my school halls with little to no money to get me through the day.
I wasted no time in getting to my homeroom, flopping down in the first seat that I see almost instantly drifting off.
My nap was cut short as someone woke me up. I looked up at the person as he just stood hovering over me. He wasn't saying anything so I raised a brow
"My seat,"
"Oh, i'm sorry, I didn't see a name on here," I rolled my eyes then rested my head back down. The nerves of some people, seriously
I felt my hair being pulled up, my head following. He's not serious right now
"Let go of my hair," I said, digging my nails into his arm
"Is that suppose to hurt?" he laughed
I swear I hate my life. The only good thing about it is Elizabeth and we don't even go to the same school so I can't even see her on a daily basis
"Fine, i'll get up. Just let go," I said between gritted teeth and he did just that
I quickly got up, an instant pain shooting through my side, causing me to fall back into the seat
I saw his hand reaching toward me. Out of habit I flinched and went to block it
I looked up to see a confused look on his face
I looked away quickly and got up from the seat, going to mine. That was embarrassing
He sat beside me, turning his head to look at me
I looked away and rested my head on the desk, waiting for sleep to wash over me
This is basically the best thing I can do to keep sane and not break down from all my pent up emotions
Before I knew it I was drifting off to sleep
I woke up to the teacher hovering over me
"Can I help you?" I asked, stretching out in my desk
"Yes, you can actually,"she folded her arms, staring down at me
"And just how can I help you Ms....," I trailed off not remembering her name
"Tyson. Can you please not sleep in my class. You're grades aren't looking too good, not that they ever were," she mumbled the last part
"Not to be rude Ms. Rylin-,"
"Tyson," she corrected me
"Isn't that what I said. Anyways as I was saying if I got a good night sleep I'd be way more attentive but unfortunately there's no such luck. I'm constantly busy and for sleeping in you're class i'm truly, deeply sorry cause that alone is disrespectful but I just cannot help it," I gave her the saddest face I could muster
She sighed
"Don't let this happen again," she turned and walked away leaving the whole class looking at me
Teachers are such bitches, I swear. I can't afford to be sent to the principals office. They'll call my father and I cannot put up with that
Lunch time rolls around and I quickly pack up my stuff and dash out of class to get to the canteen to buy whatever my little amount of money could afford. As I was stepping through the door the guy from class stops me, the one whose seat I was sitting in. The one that yanked my hair. In other words, the one that I hate at the moment
Dear lord kill me now
He walked up to me, his muscles flexing under his shirt as he made his way towards me. His jet black hair bouncing with every step he took
"The fuck do you want," I crossed my arms
"Let me just say this, I think you're hot. Wanna head to my secret spot," he smirked, leaning against a locker
"Okay, let me stop you there. I don't care, whatever opinions you have about me you can keep it to yourself because they are irrelevant and lastly, this conversation is over," I walked away. The nerves of that guy, walking up to me like we're even slightly acquainted after he pulled my hair in class
"What caused those bruises on your side?" he said, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. I whirled around scowling at him
"That's none of your business, now is it?" I barked
"And why are you inflicting self harm," he walked up to me stopping in front of me
"Why were you watching me?"
"As I said, you're hot, I would fuck you so I was scanning you're body when you were sleeping and you're shirt lifted up a bit and you're sleeves got drawn and I saw your cuts and bruises so I felt the need to confront you about it,"
"You don't know me and you don't need to know me, let's keep it that way. You don't need to be concerned about my welfare,"
"Don't get it twisted, I don't care, i'm just curious. Don't flatter yourself. Sure I called you hot, you are, but you're barely my type," he laughed. I could feel my blood boiling the longer I look at him laughing. How can you want to know something about someone but talk to the like that.
"Curiosity kills the cat," I said turning around and walking in the direction of the canteen
"Ou, i'm so scared," I hear him say from down the hall
***
School's over and i'm currently making my way to my part-time job. The pay wasn't much but it was enough to get me through. I got a lot of customers now and then so sometimes I get tips.
It was a small restaurant but it was also well known. And on the plus side it's not that far of a walk from school so i'm never late...unless I have other business to attend to
I stepped in and greeted my co-workers. I don't really exchange many words with them though, mainly because I don't care to. If they talk to me i'll have a short conversation with them then go back to work. I quickly got dressed into my work attire and started my shift
As i'm serving some customers I hear the bell above the door chime signalling that more people has entered the restaurant. I pour water into the glass of the customer as they're water glasses should always be full
I heard chatter fill the small space so I assume that it's a group of friends
I turned to look at them, my eyes instantly meeting with the guy from school, his sapphire blue eyes piercing straight into my soul. I held his gaze and he smirked at me, Taking a seat at a booth with his friends
"Um...excuse me, the glass is overflowing," I heard a voice sound from below me
What?
I look down to see water spewing out of the cup, making a puddle on the table
"I'm so sorry," I said resting the jug of water on the table. I look back and forth trying to find a cloth to use wipe up the water. It was now off the edge of the table
I heard a laugh sound from a booth. I turn around to see the guy from school laughing, looking straight am me, then pointing at me, his friends now turning to look at me. I felt my cheeks getting hot as they started to laugh as well
"Well don't just stand there," the customer spoke
I ran into the storage room to get a piece of cloth and a mop to wipe up the water. I finally found them and made my way over to the customers table again, wiping up the water
I can't believe this. Everyone is staring at me and I don't like to be the center of attention...AT ALL. After finishing I put them back in the room and stayed in there for a little while, regaining my composure before walking back out to continue serving customers
"Hey! Can we get some service over here," I don't need to look to know who's asking for service. He slaps the table repeatedly to get attention. Some people glance his way but he doesn't stop, he continues hitting the table
I watched as one of my co-workers walk over to their table. Thank God cause I was not planning ongoing over there. My eyes widen as I see him point at me, my co-worker looking in my direction then she started making her way over to me
Lord strike me now
Please let her walk past me