Over It


3. Chapter Three

“Jesus!” I screech, scared that I had hit the kid. I jump off my motorcycle after I propped it up and ran towards where the kid lay. “Look, I am so sorry. I did not mean-did I hit you?” He rolls over. “No. I jumped out the way. Nice ride by the way.” I was so happy he was alive, and I wouldn’t be going to jail for murder, that I fell to the ground. “Hey, are you okay?” He asks, genuine concern in his voice. I guess he is new here if he feels any sort of concern for me. “I am perfectly fine.” He stands up and offers me a hand. We stand up, and he stops, then hand’s me something. As he walks away, I take and unfold it. It’s his number. I smile and went over to my motorcycle and pull into a parking space. I am smiling as I walk into the school. That’s my first mistake. Ashley comes over and sneers.” What’s the fat freak smiling about? Did you just finish eating a cake? Or was it a donut? Wait, let me guess: it was both.” She and all of her minion started laughing. I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” I talked back to Ashley. Which was my second mistake. Her face turned an unflattering shade of puce, and she walked towards me, glaring and shaking her finger. “You just screwed with the wrong one. I will make your life a living hell. You won’t be able to go anywhere without remembering me. I will be your worst nightmare.” With that said she walked away. I gulp, knowing that when she said that, she would take it to heart. I continue walking towards my locker. When I didn’t see anyone I knew by it, I breathed a sigh of relief and let my guard down. That was my third mistake.

 Someone grabbed me from behind and put their hands over my eyes. Scared I try to scream, but as soon as I opened my mouth, something was shoved into it. I kick and flail my arms, before they too were taken under siege. I go completely still, knowing it is no use to keep on fighting. I hear the click of a door opening and am set down and was pushed, surprisingly gentle, into a room. I rip the blind fold off, and turn to leave after spitting out whatever was in my mouth.  The door was locked when I tried to open it. I hear a low devious laugh from behind me. I turn slowly towards the sound and gulp, taking a big step backwards, my back hitting the door.



          It was Ashley’s boyfriend, Drake. 

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