Chapter 1
I woke up in a sweat, panting heavily and looking around. I realized I was in my room and sighed in relief. I just woke up from the same monstrous nightmare I'm gifted with every night. I sit up and look around, noticing the time.My eyes widened as I realized I was going to be late to the bus. I get a pair of black, skinny, ripped jeans and a green t-shirt. I pull my combat boots and go to get my hoodie. I slip my goodie on and brush my long black curly hair.
I walk into the living room and that's when I overhear my parents arguing. I groan in response as I walked through the back door and to the bus stop fast. I somehow made it right on time. I sigh as I realize I no won't have to ask my parents for a ride. I walk all the way to the back and ignore all the cat calls and bully remarks. I slip my earbuds in and play 'Wolf In Sheep's Clothing' by Set It Off. My best friend doesn't go to the bus because it's "a place for peasants" because she thinks she's royalty. I close my eyes as I wait for the bus to stop at school. Or in my words, Hell. After about 10 minutes, I arrive at school.
As I entered school I noticed the Damien at his locker which, unfortunately, is next to mine. Damien Deception. He is everything every girl wants and every boy wants to be friends with. Except for me. I want nothing to do with Damien. Why? Because people like me get bullied by people like him. I know It's a rude assumption but every time someone were to even touch him, he's threaten them somehow. Whether it be by tripping them in front of everyone or by telling them things that really hurt them.
As I walk to my first period, some random guy pushes me into Damien. I hold a groan as I go to walk away but I feel a cold hand grab my wrist.
"Leaving so soon, baby~?" A voice says. I hold my breath as I pull my hand away from him. I don't bother to look at him as I walk away, placing my hands in my pockets. Many people would love to be in the presence of Damien, but not me. I hated him with every fiber of my being. I fear a hand yank my hoodie down as I walk.
"Be mature, will you? I've got to go to class bad boy. You may skip, but I sure as heck don' t. Have a nice day" I managed to say, unintentionally using a sarcastic and annoyed tone. I walk to my class and hear many whispers. I look down as I walk to class but it doesn't help that I could fear stares. And it doesn't help that I could tell Damien was one of those people.
