Amorette:

I sat there in a ball on the toilet seat, uncomfortably invisible

'How could one of them find me? I thought I wasn't being followed'.

"Is anyone there, say the girl that ran away from Everest? Listen, I'm sorry for middle school, Everest was a dick I know but he's a family friend. Know I would never hurt you intentionally. If no one is in there I'm stupid as fuck, but I'm sorry" the voice said.

Percy. He stood by while I was jumped multiple times a day. Yelling things like 'Yeah Everest' 'Go!'

But yet he always stood far away. Big brown eyes glazed over, the only thing I saw before getting the pain I deserve.

I always thought those eyes held indifference, no regrets whatsoever. But is there a possibility they held remorse instead?

I wanted to forgive him with my whole heart, to let him know I'm here, but fear racked my body and my arm was sore. I won't let him hurt me again. I stayed silent, no movement, short and quiet breaths, silent.

After a couple of eternal seconds, I, at last, heard his footsteps receding as the late bell sounded throughout the school. I had to get to social studies but that's all the way across campus.

My legs already ached from running, but I left the bathroom and made my way to my next period.

... 

I was startled from my sleep when the bell rang, signifying the end of class. Next was lunch. Fantastic.

Britney was the queen of the cafeteria of course, and if I went in there, even just to grab food, she would start throwing her salads and shit at me.

Although I'm not complaining. The hunger feels good like I'm still alive somewhere.

I took the back halls, which were the mainly empty special needs classrooms, and headed to the library.

I placed my bag down and searched in it for the book I was reading.

Currently, I was reading "Into The Water" by Paula Hawkins. Such a deep, and thrilling crime book. I wish sometimes the things that happened to Jules happened to me, just so I can have a valid reason to prove to others I'm not an attention seeker. But the trauma, I've already had enough.

The door knocked open, and there Percy stood, I shrank away while he scanned the room until his eyes landed on mine.

'Fuck' I thought 'How did he know I was here?'

He speed-walked towards my table while I frantically shoved my book back into my bag with my heart wildly beating in my chest.

"Amorette? Is that you?" He questioned.

I just faced away and continued packing my bag.

I know it's you Amorrete, I'm not completely retarded," he said with a chuckle.

His voice really has gotten deep since 8th grade, jeez.

I just continued ignoring him until I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me jump and whimper quietly.

I turned and looked up into his eyes, startled.

He raised his hands in defense and apologized, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, you kind of just seemed out of it".

'I'm really that bad of an actor huh?' I said to myself.

I looked down at the table and heard the chair squeak as he sat down next to me.

I peeked up at him and found him staring at me, studying me.

"Perc", a deep, smooth voice called out. , "I saw you come in here, come on dude".

It was The Boy.

I grabbed my bag and walked quickly, weaving through the shelves to the back door.

"Amorrete hold on," Percy called, but I kept moving.

I kept going until I bumped into someone.

"Ew", a high, accented voice shrieked.

Damn it. It's Atlanta. She moved here freshman year from Texas, but still has a bit of her accent left.

Guys were falling left and right for the southern belle, ignoring her disgusting personality.

My eyes went wide as she grabbed my hair, I looked up at her as she was about to slap me across the face.

"What's going on here?" a familiar, deep, honey-like voice yelled. Music to my ears.

I turned my head and saw the figure in my dream. Is he real?

A/N: Hello there my children, how are you enjoying this story, and also HAPPY THANKSGIVING 🦃. This is 1/2 updates happening this break. 🙃