His Abused Mate

Chapter Two

When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around.

I literally ran to my locker before the halls were crowded again and put my combination in, opening it, I shoved my stuff inside and grabbed what I needed for class.

I shut my locker and walked to math class. I'm kind of glad new kids came today, usually I would've been terrorized by now but nope. Thank you new kids

Suddenly I heard lots of footsteps and laughter from the other students. I turned and saw the whole hallway was now crowded and there were three unrecognizable faces.

The new kids.

I stared at the shortest new kid and felt my knees go weak from how sexy he looks. I then looked at the second tallest and my mouth wanted to fall to the ground. Last but not least I looked at the tallest one and he was straight up hot. I leaned against the lockers, preventing myself from falling down.

I can't like anyone. My dad would give me twice the beatings and I can't handle it, it hurts too much. I pulled my hoodie down over my face even more so you can't tell what I'm doing.

"Look at that, blueberry just turned into a cherry!" A nagging voice I know all to well shouted, making everyone look at me. And I mean everyone. The extremely hot alien-like guy looked over and we locked gazes for a brief second before I immediately looked away.

"Why is she called blueberry?" The shortest new kid asked.

Amanda grinned then she stalked toward me which made me drop my things and block my face from being hit.

"Why are you so scared you little cunt? Why do you think everyone's out to fight you? Stupid bitch." Amanda hissed, reaching past my arms that are blocking my face and pulling my hoodie down.

All new kids gasped then the shortest one laughed along with the second tallest, the tallest one stayed silent with his burning gaze locked on me.

"Is that her natural hair color?" The shortest one asked in between laughs.

"Yeah, look at her roots!" She laughed which made everyone laugh along.

I felt my cheeks heat up even more, I quickly pulled my hoodie back over my head before one of the newbies saw my face.

I silently picked up the things I dropped and ran to my math class faster than you could blink, I guess you could say I hate being bullied.

But who doesn't?

I walked over to my seat and sat down, I sit in the very back where the bad kids are supposed to sit. Like I literally have my very own desk that's separated from the other desks.

It's like that in every classroom though. As I said before, nobody likes me and when I say nobody I mean nobody. The teachers don't even like me for God's sake, the only reason I think they don't like me is because I can't talk so I can't answer questions.

I'm not sure though, it was just a wild guess.

Wild...

A smile appeared on my face as I thought of it. I love that word, it gives me energy and hope, hope that one day I will find true love who will take me away from my abusive dad, someone who'll love me for who I am, not what I look like.

But that won't happen...

My smile slowly faded as I thought of the reasons why.

None of the guys here like a girl for their personality, they go for the looks. They want something untouched and new, not something used and broken... besides none of the boys like me, I mean who would like an ugly sea monster?

The truth is I've never had a guy talk to me in my life other than my dad.

"ALEXIS!"

I jumped a little and looked at my teacher then nodded, letting her know I'm listening. "You must show Sam around the school, now!"

I pointed my finger down and mouthed 'now?' she nodded then crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently.

I got up and everyone watched me as I made my way up to the front of the classroom where the shortest new kid, Sam, and my teacher was.

I felt Sams gaze on me as we were walking out the door. When we got into the hallway he started talking.

"Sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to laugh." He apologized, waiting for my response but I didn't reply.

"Oh, I see you don't wanna talk to me now..." He said, sounding guilty. "Anyways can I see your face? I am asking because my friend said he likes you."

I stopped walking and kept my head down, not daring to look up and show him my face. He also stopped walking and turned to me.

"Is that a yes?"