Slight trigger warning again

Day 4- Friday
Makaylas POV

"Wake the fuck up!" I mocked as I splashed ice water on Luke.
He sprang up, completely surprised. He spotted me and shot me a glare.
"What was that for?" He snapped.
I smirked amusedly, "payback. Karmas a bitch isn't it, eh Hemmings?"
He rolled his eyes, "whatever,"
"Seriously though, get up. We have school in half an hour," I said seriously.

~*~

"Hey Mick," someone greeted happily.
I turned and saw Calum. He was grinning his adorable lil grin that made me swoon internally. Why was he talking to me? Didn't he have some girls to pick up or something?
"Hi Calum," I greeted with a pleasant smile, "what's up?"

"I was just wondering how you were feeling?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
I blushed a tiny bit, "oh, well I feel much better now. Thank you for helping me yesterday,"
He smiled wider, "that's nice to hear,"

"Cal! Come see this!" Ashton called from the other end of the hallway.

He turned and nodded before looking back to me, "I'll see you later,"
"Bye," I gave a small wave and smile.
He turned on his heel before pausing, "oh and Mick?"
"Yeah?" I asked, looking back over.
"Keep smiling, it looks good on you," he added with a wink.

Oh god no. My cheeks were reaching a deadly temperature and I had no doubt that I had the reddest blush known to man at the moment. Let's just say I didn't have the most experience with flirting- if that's even what it was. Well, I don't really have experience with boys in general.

Sure I had a relationship before, but I was 14 and had no idea what being in a relationship even involved. I still don't. It's pretty bad, and I just hope that soon I can actually figure it out, because I really don't want to end up alone for my entire life.

I managed a nod, and he emitted a soft laugh before he left. I was glad he did, because my heart was racing and my hands were shaking. Audrey came up to me looking shocked.

"Were you just talking to Calum Hood?" She gawked.
"Uh, y-yeah?" I stuttered hopelessly.
Her jaw was dropped to the floor, "you do know how hot he is right?"
I snorted, "I have eyes Audrey,"
She laughed, "just checking,"

I closed my locker and carried my books in my hands, towards the classroom. My hands were starting to hurt now. I probably should have wrapped them, because they were less than 12 hours old, but I honestly had forgotten to.

I felt as if the skin was tearing apart. It burned and I hated it. Audrey watched my face contort in pain. My nose scrunched up as I shifted my books, trying to find a comfortable position. I felt a sudden burst of pain,but afterwards it felt like the skin relaxed, so I just kept going.

We got to class and I sat down, setting my books on the table. Audrey was talking about some sort of show she had seen the other night about brides who compete for plastic surgery ( A/N this is a real show called Bridalplasty). I reached up and wiped hair out of my eyes. She paused, staring at me for a moment before her face scrunched up and she screamed.

I flinched in my seat, staring at her with utter bewilderment. She was staring at me like I had two heads.
"What's wrong?" I panicked.
"You have blood all on your face!" She cried.

Now the whole class was watching. It was dead silent, but they were all watching me with disgust. I could already see the girls in the corner leaning together and whispering. It made me feel sick to my stomach.
My hands. I gasped and looked down, seeing that both my hands were smeared with blood all over them. It had all come from the reopened cuts on my palms. I let out a whimper in terror.

"Can I go to the nurse?" I choked out, trying to keep myself together in front of everyone.
The teacher only nodded his head quickly, "yes yes, you don't even have to take a pass, just go. Don't get your blood elsewhere,"

I nodded and stood up, my body shaking. I took small steps, still not really believing what just happened.
"I heard that she cut when Luke wouldn't sleep with her," someone mumbled loud enough for me to hear.
I was completely blindsided by that.
"She's a stuck up whore," one of the other girls sneered.
"Daddy issues I bet," another agreed.
"Slut," one coughed.

I grimaced as tears sprung to my eyes. I couldn't take this is was horrible. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell them that I didn't cut myself, that it was all an accident. Audrey watched me leave with nothing but regret in her eyes. She was the only one who had stayed quiet.

"Stop it!" She screamed when I finally left.
I stopped walking, leaning against the wall to listen. The class went completely silent.
"She is not a whore! She doesn't have daddy issues either! You all pretend to friends with her, well what kind of friends are you? As soon as something goes wrong you all turn and start rumors about her! You don't know anything about her!" Audrey screamed.

"Miss Walker," the teacher scolded, "your outburst is not acceptable. Go to the principle immediately!"
She scoffed, "good! I'll go and tell him the exact same thing!"
I heard the desk chair screech against the floor before it was slammed back into place, and the next thing I knew she was hot out of the classroom, stomping part me angrily. She didn't even see me when she passed.

I sped up after her.

"Audrey," I peeped.
She turned and saw me, her face immediately softened, "you heard?"
I nodded and wiped the tears that made their way to my eyes, "I heard what they said, and what you said. And I want you to know that you are the best friend that a girl could have. You got detention for me,"
"I couldn't just sit and listen to them," she sighed, "they're cruel! I couldn't believe what they were saying about you,"

"It's okay," I sighed.
She walked with me, "what did happen to your hands though? There are cuts all over them,"
"I kinda dropped my frame of Nick and I on the floor," I admitted bashfully, "and I got glass in my hand,"
She nodded, "I see,"
We came to the nurses office and I had to go in. She hugged my shoulders.
"You'll be fine," she told me.

I nodded and she went across the hall into the principals office. I sighed and knocked on the nurses door. She turned in her chair and smiled.

"What did you do kiddo?" She asked
"Some cuts on my hand reopened," I breathed.

I loved the nurse. She was a sweet younger lady in her mid twenties. She had short curly brown hair and dainty little hands. Her nails were quite long, but they were well kept and always had a pretty strawberry pink color nailpolish with white polka dots. Her plump pink lips curved up in a warm, sympathetic smile when she saw me.
She nodded her head, "not a big deal, come sit dear,"

I went over to the little table and climbed on. She got some water and disinfectant to clean my cuts. I still felt sick. All I wanted to do was go home. How could I go on in school with all of this going on? No one would treat me the same way.

"How did you cut your hands?" She asked.
"I dropped my picture frame," I blushed.
She nodded her head, "be a little more careful next time okay?"
I sighed, "I'll try,"

15 minutes later she had cleaned my cuts and wrapped my hand. The white tape was stained with blood already, but I didn't care.
"Just in time for the next period," she looked at the clock, "just make sure you change the bandages every couple of hours,"
I nodded my head, "thank you,"

I hopped off of the table and fixed my skirt. The bandage was across the palm of my right hand, so I could still bend my fingers and grab things. My hand wasn't burning like before either, which made me feel a lot better. I shakily exited the room, peeking my head in the waiting room for the principals office. Audrey wasn't there, so she had to be at the next class by now.

I stared at the floor as I went down. Some students were still in the hallways. Their eyes were all on me. I shuttered and sped up. Their whispers hung in the air all around me. I wanted to go home. I was contemplating escaping out the back way and just booking it, but I realized that there was an alarm on the back door, and there was no way I'd make it.

I got to the my next class. Everything stopped then. I stood as literally everyone stopped eating and stared at me. I sighed and looked around, finding Audrey sitting in the back corner, an open seat to her left. It was physics, one of my favorite classes. Partly, it was because all of my friends were here, and also partly because I loved science.

None of my real friends were in the class before, so I didn't feel uncomfortable around them. They hadn't spread rumors about me as far as I knew. They all welcomed me as they usual did, paying no attention to my bandages.

~*~

"Oh don't listen to what they're saying," one of my friends assured, "they're just jealous of you,"
"Oh yeah," I snorted sarcastically, "I bet they are,"
Yeah jealous of this nightmare of a girl.

We stepped into the cafeteria. Everyone was looking, and I mean everyone. I stared at the ground helplessly. I sat down at the lunch table, not bothering to go up and buy food because I was scared of what people would say. I just sat and stared at the table. My stomach was still swirling anyway, I wouldn't be able to keep food down.

I flinched when there was a tap on my shoulder. I winced and looked up. Luke.
"Hey," he spoke, his features soft, "are you alright?"
I wanted to nod and put on a show. I couldn't. I got that burning sensation in the back of my throat and my nose started to tingle. I knew I was about to cry.
"Shh," he soothed, "c'mon, let's get out of here,"

I nodded and let him take my hand.

Notes

Hi guys! 1000+ views on the last chapter alone! How freaking sweet!

okay side note: this is a story! I don't endorse any self harm! This is actual a very serious problem! Some people do get treated like this every day by their peers and it is horrible. I know it is a sensetive issue and I apologize if it offends anyone. Just message me if it does and I will take it down and rewrite the plot of the entire chapter.

However, this is a story, so just go along with it pls.
i have to shower.
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