Amorette:

Another day of school, but the good thing is that its friday.

Today I just walked to school because I didn't want to deal with Atlanta's shit about yesterday. She would probably try and throw me in front of a car the bitch is so crazy!

It was at least a 40 minute walk, so I ran a little bit, burning the calories so I won't be ugly ever again. My bus came at 6:15 am, and school officially started at 7:10. On some girls being big doesn't change how beautiful they are, but I looked like a sad blob of fat. Never again.

I walked up the staircase to the front office, walking through the lobby and heading to my next class, panting with no water.

I stopped at the water fountain, slurping at the annoying stream of water that never seems to find its way into my mouth. I stood up straight and wiped my mouth with my red sweater sleeve. I felt a violent shove coming from my left.

It's not that hard to push me over, so I fell quickly. I looked up and saw Atlanta, no one else.

Its five minutes before homeroom, and most early kids head straight up or just go to breakfast.

She really couldn't have waited could she?

"Guessing you fucked the new guy huh? I'll have to admit you got him wrapped around your lil' finger," She sneered, "Must've found him when you were working your pole, gave the poor boy a lap dance and fucked him while he was blasted".

She made me sound like my mother, my eyes flashed with how imagined my mother to be. A disgusting whore. It became hard to breathe and I was fighting for air.

"Well? Oh I know, you're quiet because you know i'm right," she snickered.

She kicked me, a sharp point sinking into my stomach. Either she got stiletos or just tried to fucking stab me with a butter knife.

I let out a groan as she kicked me over and over again. All the air was completely knocked out of my lungs.

I curled up into a ball and put my hands over my head. I started crying as she kicked my spine.

"What's going on here?" A voice yelled.

The blows stopped landing, but I stayed frozen in my position.

I peeked up and saw a paraprofessional standing in the hallway with us.

"Are you alright," he asked me.

I just lay there in pain.

He began speaking into his walkie talkie, calling security.

I slowly sat up and the para grabbed my arms.

"Stay here," he instructed, "The nurse will be here soon, but right now I need to ask you some questions".

I shook my head no.

"I'm afraid I have to"

"Has this happened to you before?" he asked.

I shook my head no, staring at Atlanta who was pissed, examining her nails.

"Who started this incident?"

I shakely pointed my hand at myself.

"It was an argument," I lied, "I hit her first, and said fight me and she did".

I didn't tell the truth. I couldn't tell the truth.

These girls have connections. As the put it "friends" in organizations that can make me and everyone I love suffer. I take that to mean guys they're fuck buddys with in gangs.

He pulled out a notepad and wrote everything down. His eyes hardened and he became more stern, less concerned for the victim than for the attacker because of that story.

"Can you walk?" he asked with no emotion.

I nodded and got up.

Security came into sight, taking in the situation in front of him.

I was guided to the nurses wing and got my bruises looked at.

They had to do a strip search. They kept questioning me about every. Single. Bruise.

I simply said I was clumsy. That I fell down the stairs this morning, and fell out of a tree trying to get my pet cat.

The rest of the day I was to sit in the office, making statements that went along with my lie.

I got 4 days of in-school suspension. Apparently Atlanta got a full school week.

Damn.

In 9 days time, I'm dead.

Not on my own terms sadly, but dead.

I was sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties. Nah I'm just fucking around. Shit pops into my head so I just say it, even after one of these stupid fights. I bounce back oddly quickly.

Anyways, I was sat at the conference table doing science work.

A knock came from the doorway there was BusBoy.

"Bus Boy?" I asked aloud.

I'm so fucking dumb.

He held in his hands what looked like a small manilla packet.

He placed it on the table, and I grabbed it.

It definitely wasn't small. It was packed with papers and work from the previous two periods that went by.

"Bus Boy, what the hell?" Ashton laughed.

I felt my face flush. I peeked at his face. God, his smile was brighter than my future.

He began settling down, and made eye contact with me.

Fuck.

"Hm?" He goes, lifting one of his eyebrows, "Do I have something on my face?"

He started stupidly rubbing his face.

I bit my tongue to keep from smiling.

"No," I whispered.

His face softened.

"I-uh, was sent here to help you with the work, like a tutor or something," he muttered

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ok," I said still trying to figure out this damn science question.

"Need some help?" He offered.

I simply nodded.

"Ah, a woman of few words I see".

He plopped down in the chair beside me and began helping me with the work, leaving every period to get more work from his class and my class, multitasking between his own work and helping me with mine when I needed it.

He was close, but I wasn't bothered.

My heartbeat was fast, but yet I felt safe.

A/N: dAyum. Shit went down, but don't worry, a much more chill and romantic chapter is coming up. Romance fanatics UNITE! I honestly hope none of my friends read this cause i'll be embarrassed for life and probably yeet myself off the school roof to DiE.

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