Its My Fault

Lizzie's POV

I sit in the passenger seat of my dad's car. We're on the way to my school . I look around, I can't wait to get there. Finally I get to meet my teachers and all the new people this year.
"You excited Liz?" My dad asks patting my leg.
"Oh my gosh, YES!!!!!!" I yell making him jump back.
We ride for a few more minutes until the brick building of my school comes into view. I sit and wait while my dad drives into the parking lot. He stops outside the doors of the school.
"Bye Liz!" He yells as I jump out and run towards the school.
I stop at the doors, take a deep breath, and walk in slowly. I pull down my dress when I see a few guys watching me, I feel my face turn red, then I turn who is that guy? I turn away when I see him staring back. His stare leaves me feeling weird inside. Maybe it was his dark curls? No I know what it was its his piercings and his tattoos...Ug its gross.

I start towards my first class, then I stop I feel something, or someone watching me. I turn and keep walking, distracting myself by thinking of other stuff. It must have worked too because before I know it I run into someone.
"Watch it love." I look up and my heart skips a beat. Its him, Mr. Stalker Guy.
"I-I'm s-sorry," I accidentally stutter, He laughs at my fright.
"Oh, its fine love. Just don't let it happen again." It sounds like he made the last part a warning. I shutter as I see him eye my body and lick his lips.
"R-r-right." I stutter again, he pays no attention as he keeps eyeing me. "Get back to reality pretty boy!" Um, did I just say that out loud? I must have because he looks up.
"What was that?! Excuse me baby doll, What the hell did you just call me?!" He screams in my face but I'm not letting him scare me this way.
"I called you pretty boy, but apparently I must be the pretty one because you can't keep your eyes to yourself!" I can't believe I just said that, usually I don't start or continue a argument, especially in front of people.
"Love, it isn't my fault you look like a slut dressed in that, I've seen prostitutes with longer dresses, next time don't give me anything to look at." He says simply walking away. I notice he's joined by four other guys. I think, I'm going to hate this year, and the reason, lets jut say he has a head full of curls.

Notes

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