6. Chapter 5
I walked through the school doors. Everyone's laughing at me. Why??? The only thing they do is ignoring me like I don't exist or something unless Hemmings and his boys try to annoy me.
I was walking around the corridor trying to find my locker. When I did I heard whispers all around. I looked at my locker. My eyes widened. "BICH, SLUT, WHORE, NO ONE LIKES YOU". They were written in my locker with big red letters. My vision got blurry and before I knew it, George, Marietta and Nick were standing beside me, looking at my locker. Suddenly, George grabbed my hand and almost running and hitting people with his shoulders, he led me to the back of our school where Hemmings, Clifford and Hood were hanging with their sluts, smoking. I saw him. He was laughing and kissing his sluts. Without even noticing, George had grabbed Luke by his shirt and he was keeping him from the ground yelling at him:
"IF YOU EVER TREAT HER LIKE THAT AGAIN IM GONNA HURT YOU SO BAD YOU GONNA BE A DEAD SON OF A BICH!!! IF I EVER SEE YOU BOYHERING HER AGAIN, I SWEAR TO FUCKING OBAMA, YOU'LL REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN, GOT ME???"
And with that, he pushed him to the ground. Before I could turn and go back inside he called me. I looked at him. He looked at his slut and then back at me. I was furious but mostly disgust. How could he put me on the same scale like her???
L.: "Don't look at me like that, you gonna be in her place one day!!!", he smirked at me.
I looked away and walked back in my class whispering a weak "Never..."
The doorbell got me back to reality. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time fixing my hair. I walked down and grabbed my purse. I walked to the door ad closed my eyes. Right, the Date.