(1) Why Do You Do This? - Completed {In editing}

Jessica has never been good with making friends with girls, let alone making friend at all. But what happens, when the person she least likely expects to care for her, does?

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14. what's so funny?

Jessica’s POV


Justin doesn’t care and I’m positive he will never care. It’s just like that time at the park, when he said he was sorry for everything and told me that it was okay. When he told me that he cared, I automatically knew it was just the sadness of the moment. But he did walk in the girl’s bathroom for me and skipped class… but that certainly doesn’t make up for all those times he bullied me and teased me. I storm out of the bathroom and out the school gates.

I ran home. I paced up to the front door and immediately remember what happened at home as well. My dad abusing me and my mum just standing there, watching. That made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach. But no one is home at this time and my dad probably left here. I pulled the spare key from under the mat and unlocked the door. I cautiously walked in trying to be as silent as possible. The outside is still wet from last night, so my shoes are wet and making a screeching noise on the marble tiles. I look around and no one is in sight.

Everything is quiet, you could literally hear a pin drop. I run upstairs and turn to my room, shutting the door behind me.  I pull out a large suitcase and pack everything I need inside it. I’m not planning on going anywhere soon; I have nowhere to go. I sit on my bed and put my head in my hands and let out small sobs. Why do you do this to me? I get no reply, because no one really has an answer. I pull myself together and I hear the front door open. I immediately stiffen up. The noise of footsteps creeps its way up the stairs. I start sobbing again, but louder, knowing exactly what will come next. My door opens and someone engulfs me into a hug. I become surprised and start to squirm out of the figure’s grip. The figure just tightens their grip and I finally see whom it is, Harry?


Justin’s POV


Walking through the hallways to my locker feeling hurt and depressed just because you confessed something to the person you bullied all your life. Not because I regret telling her, but because she rejected it. I understand why she rejected it, because last time I said something like that, it was a moment thing.  I sigh and see Ryan and Chaz, my best buddies, outside my locker, talking to Dianna and her friends, Arden, Monique and Christine. Ryan was obviously flirting, I just saw him wink. Chaz is just on his phone while the girls are twirling their hair.  I roll my eyes and just turn on my heels and walk away. I hear running footsteps behind me with the clicking of 6-inch heels.  I walk faster but stop when I see Ryan in front of me.  I came to a halt while hearing puffing behind me. I turn around and see Dianna and her friends fanning themselves, unfit much? She walks to me and puts her hands on my chest. She pulls herself up to reach my lips but I back away a bit. She frowns and says

‘Justy, what’s wrong?’ Chaz walks in front of me and says

‘Yeah Justy, what’s wrong?’ Dianna hits Chaz and stupidly pouts. She says

‘Shut-up Chaz!’ Chaz laughs and looks at me expecting an answer.  

I shrug my shoulders and say ‘not feeling the best, now bye.’

Before anyone could reply I was out the door walking to my car. I jump in and lock the doors. I sigh and tears start to trickle down my face. I wipe them away and drive to my house. I slam my car door and walk to the porch. I unlock the front door and see Chris and my mum sitting on the couch. My mum looks at me and comes to me, engulfing me in a tight hug. She obviously saw some un-noticed tears on my cheeks. She pulls out of the hug and says

‘Baby, what’s wrong?’ I see Chris trying to hold in his laugh but he fails and squeals in laughter like a little girl. I feel anger rising inside of me and I walk to Christian and punch him the nose. I hear mum gasp and say


I shrug my shoulders sarcastically right before I feel my stomach churn. Chris hit me in the stomach. I bend over in pain and he just laughs, is he high or something? I pull myself together and punch him also in the gut.

He returns a punch and we end up in a fight. I hear running footsteps coming towards our fight trying to pull me out. I figured it was my mum and I sit on the opposite couch and pinch the bridge of my nose. Mum starts yelling at Chris and he nods turning upstairs. He slams his door and we hear something crash. My mum comes to me and points her finger towards my room. I roll my eyes and run to my room also slamming my door. I punch the wall until my knuckles bleed and sit on my bed. I bury my head in my hands and sob lightly. I’ve said this so many times but it won’t hurt to say it again; I’m stuffed up.

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