CHAPTER FIVE
1015 Words
Briar's POV.
Its been a week since I bumped into him. Since that day he kissed me in that old school building. Since the last day he bullied me.
I should be happy, ecstatic even, but why do I feel like something's wrong? Like something unpleasant is gonna happen?
I shrugged the thought walking straight to my classroom with my science project that I had spent nights making in my hand. I'm sure I'll get good grades this time.
I opened the classroom door to be welcomed by a bucket of paint while the whole classroom erupted in laughter.
I watch as my science project drown in red paint.
"Oops, you got something on your face." it was him.
I glared at him wiping the paints off of my face only making it worst, oh great.
"Jerk." I muttered sending him death glares.
"Dork." he smirk as a response.
I throw him my already ruined science project that he had manage to dodge.
"Do you know how many nights I've spent just to finish that fcking project?" I yelled piercing him with a death glare.
A saw an emotion flicker through his eyes but it was masked immediately.
"Does it look like I care?" he said then laughed as the room laughed with him.
Throwing words like, Loser, dork, stupid.
Yeah, right.
"I don't expect you to care, you're a heartless monster after all." I spoke spitting every word with venom as I turned my back.
And the tears I kept at bay started to spill, mixing with the red ink of paint with my face.
When will this hell be over.
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I took a shower at the school's gym getting a pair of new uniform in my locker as usual.
I walked towards to see my locker jammed with trash.
"What the actual fck." Was the only words I could utter, and beside my locker there stood the devil himself.
"Looks like your friend trash decided to live in your locker." he taunted with that smirk I badly wanted to wipe off of his annoyingly gorgeous face.
Did I just say that?
I shook my head getting the trash bin returning every crumpled paper in it.
Good thing it was all paper, I couldn't imagine any other junks in my locker.
I turned my back ignoring his overwhelming presence behind me.
"You know, turning your back when someone's talking to you is considered rude. Don't you think?" he said as I grit my teeth in anger.
"Leave me alone." I yelled at him getting everyone's attention.
He smirked knowing I was at the edge of smashing his face in the lockers.
"Aw, is my little flower mad?" he cooed as everyone in the hallway laughed.
I rolled my eyes realizing he's not even worth it.
I decided to head back to class. I missed two of my subjects because of that i***t and--- holy mother of cow my science project!
I scratch the back of my head thinking of an idea.
Maybe I can still make up for it tomorrow, I hope my science teacher will be considerate enough to accept it, or else I'll fail.
Walking towards my class I remember brit and Trish has this same class with me, oh great finally.
I entered the classroom scanning the place for two certain people.
But to my dismay it was only Trish, nonetheless I approached her.
"Trish!" I yelled smiling at her, walking towards her I realized she isn't smiling at me, but instead she had a frown on her face.
My forehead creased in confusion.
"Hey, whats wro--" before I could finish my sentence I was slapped hard.
Before I could process everything she had me pushed on the floor yelling profanities I couldn't comprehend.
I looked at her in bewilderment, my cheeks throbbing at the impact.
"Wh-at-- why?" I stuttered asking her as I grasp my swollen cheeks.
"You slut! I know you and my boyfriend kissed behind my back! Brit told me what she saw! I can't believe I trusted you! I know you've always been insecure to me but I never knew you could do this!" she yelled pointing her freshly manicured finger at me.
Everyone started mumbling slut, w***e and other words I couldn't understand.
"What? that's not even true! and brit? it was her who I saw in the old classroom kissing your boyfriend!" I yelled as I try to hold back my tears standing with wobbling feet.
I can't believe brit would betray me like this, and Trish would easily believe her not even bothering to ask me?
"Liar! I guessed you'd say that, brit has told me that you threatened her, that if she ever told me you'll make up stories, but guess what? I wont f*****g believe you! w***e!" she yelled.
I stood there speechless, the perturbed heaviness in my heart aches more than my bruised cheek.
"If that's what you believe. But swear, none of that is true." I whispered walking past her sitting at the far end of the classroom, away from her.
I heard my classmates mumbling slut, w***e, tramp, and other incoherent words that I did not bother to think about.
I wiped the tears that had managed to escape, when I saw brit walked inside the classroom she went to pat Trish's back but I know better of what a traitor she is, when her eyes met mine she looked away as if burned by my piercing glares.
Yeah, look away you treacherous son of a beetle bug.
I ignored them. How they speak of how of a w***e I am like I'm not even here, like how they regret being friends with a slut and fugly being like me, how they wish I'd die and rot in hell.
Ouch.
Its funny, how easily she have come to judge me without knowing the truth and blinded by words, how our years of friendship, ruined with just a snap of a finger.
I shook my head, wiped my tears and smiled to myself.
I'm better off alone anyways.
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