There I am sitting in class, doing my science project. When my partner, keep in mind the popular boy, walks in and sits next to me wiping lipstick off of his lips, red lipstick. I will emit he’s pretty damn cute, but he’s too good for me.
I also emit when I saw him wiping the lipstick off his lips, my smile turned into a frown. All I know about him is, that he his name is Niall and he has an older brother named Greg and a little sister, and that his parents was Divorced but now remarried and that he’s 17.
“What can I do to help?” Niall happily said.
“Nothing.” I grumbled.
“I’ll promise to,” Niall starts saying.
“Don’t even start with this fucking bullshit!” I scream quite loudly, “You say you promise to help me but you never do! Just leave me alone and let me do all of the work like I usually do, but spare me some time and go,” I almost finished.
“Taylor what are you saying?” Mrs. Bell says.
“I'm tired of having a man whore as a science partner, who knows how many woman he’s had sex with or how many woman he makes out with in a day, and he always promises to help but he never fucking does.” I say hurtfully, then looking back down at my piece of paper.
“Sounds like you need a new project buddy.” Mrs. Bell calmly says.
“No, its fine. I’ll just do the project and he can put his name on it like he always does.” I sighed laying down my pen.
Just then the bell rang; I gathered my shit and put it in my binder. I was walking to my locker when Luke walking up to me with his ‘homies’.
“Well, well what do we have here.” Luke said.
“A fat ass putting her stuff in her locker.” Luke’s homie said.
I looked at Luke still holding my binder, and he knocks it out of my hands, causing everything to fall out of it.
“Hm you belong on the floor too.” Luke says pushing me down.
I slowly stuff gathering my stuff. Putting my papers back in place, getting off the ground and I watch Luke and his homies laugh and walk away. I just quietly put my stuff away and get my stuff for my next class.
On the way to class, I made a … pit stop.I walked into the bathroom, empty. So I locked the bathroom door and sat up on the counter and pulled out my blade. One cut for every word I get called.