Maia's POV

I got out of my cute little truck, and walked into school with my head down, just hoping he wouldn't be here today.

Just keep your head down, just keep your head down. Maybe today, Paul won't even notice your here.

I scoffed at myself. That was purely wishful thinking.

A single tear fell down my cheek. Of course he would notice I was here. He always did.
And when he finds me ...

Scenario's ran through my head, and I gasped a little, shocked I could think such things, yet saddened deeply that my thinking was probably accurate.

I looked down to my slender hand, and saw those bruises. They were blue and purple, and stood out noticeably against my pale complexion.

Shaking my head slightly, I let the panicky feeling in my gut come to the surface.

I quickened my pace, hoping to get to class before Paul found me.

Letting my mainly dark brown hair fall over my ice-blue eyes. I tried to pick out one of the honey streaks, and one of the black streaks, and fiddled with them: playing with my hair was my knee-jerk reaction when I was nervous.

Distract yourself ... don't let yourself cry... Leave that for tonight. Just get yourself through the day.

Of course, this day would be as hard as any other.

Of course Paul would get tempermental before lessons, seek me out, and ... then he'd hurt me.
Of course I'd get into lessons, keep my head down, and pray that it would all be over soon.
And after lessons, Of course i'd be met by Paul and his friends.
Of course they'd laugh at me. They'd call me the names that they'd repeated so Many times that i had memorised them, word for word, and I'd dream about it at night.
Lessons would come again, and I might even get a notice from the teacher, telling me that my truck had been vandalised - again.
Of course I would know who did it. I knew it all too well.
And, as if it were tradition, it was almost certain that when lunch came, i'd run into the toilets and weep, believing everything those bastards would say.

Because they were right. I WAS ugly.
I was worthless.
I'd look into the mirror, and see her. That waste of space.

I used to believe I was pretty.
I liked they way my curls would feather my heart shaped face.
I liked the way my eyes were such a shocking icy blue.
I liked that I was the average height, and that I was not skinny, but curvy.
Because, even though I didn't have the anorexic model look, I was still me.

But, Paul had corrected me about that a long time ago.
I was nothing.
And the very essence of me, the person I was so many years ago, was but a blur. I'd been replaced by this new entity, sculpted by Paul Walker.

I had just walked through the doors of the school, before I was yanked backwards.

" Oi!" A voice snarled behind me.

I shuddered in fear, knowing that cruel, angry voice.

" You thought today would be any different? Awww, you ignorant bitch. You know, Your just so pathetic ... Some one has to tell you." He hissed into my ear, grabbing my wrist. I winced, as he gripped my bruise.

" P- Please Paul ... I'm sorry. I .. I .." I whispered, gasping for breathe. " I'm sorry ... " I repeated.

" You should be. No one EVER says no to Paul Walker. Then again, i'm glad i'm not going out with a pathetic mess like you Maia." He growled, spitting out my name like it was venom.

I winced at his harsh words.

" You deserve this. " He continued. " You're NOTHING." He bellowed in my ear.

A guy from my art class saw what was happening - but he seemed to be too afraid to do anything to help me. He was going to ignore it, and focus on getting to first period.
I looked over Pauls shoulder, pleading the guy with my eyes, hoping he'd do something, anything to rescue me from the torment. But, he just kept walking.
So Paul continued.

" What are you Maia?" He asked me, hissing in my face.

" I'm ..." I stammered.

" WHAT are you?" He asked again, pushing me for an answer.

I felt as if I was drowning in his words, and soon, i would die, suphicate as I was strangled with fear.

" I'm - I'm a pathetic mess. I'm nothing. I'm ugly, and you were better off never going out with me." I told him the lines that he had told me every single day.
The lines i'd repeat every single night before I went to bed silently crying myself to sleep.

" Good." He spat, before shoving me into a wall. I went head first into the hardness, and I felt something warm trickle down my face.

I fell to the ground, and he stalked off, leaving me lying there.

I just let myself sob, right there, infront of everyone.

Suddenly, the blood was washing with the tears.

Couldn't I just stop being so pathetic?

Maybe then I wouldn't get teased as bad.

Suddenly, my lifeline appeared.

"Oh my god Maia! Are you okay?" My best friend and only friend, Tyler, scooped me off the ground. He made me meet his emerald eyes, before whispering "What happened to you?"

" It's nothing Tyler." I tried to sound as firm as possible, but it came out as a hoarse whisper. I looked away from his stare.

" Maia, you never tell me anything. You're my best friend! I need to know these things! look at you! There is blood dribbling down your face! " He practically screamed.

" I .. I deserve it." I sobbed. " It's all my fault." Breaking down, Tyler pulled me into an embrace.

I looked up at him, and he tentatively pulled a stray hair away from my eyes.

" No way is it your fault. Whatever has happened, it's not your fault. Is it Paul? If it is ... " He growled with passion.

" It's my fault." I repeated, with hurt evidently in my eyes. " Just ... stop Ty. Please." I pleaded.

" Maia, there is nothing wrong with you. He's BRAINWASHED you!" Tyler tried to get me to see sense. " You're amazing. Can't you see it?" He whispered.

I tried, and I tried, but I just couldn't see it. I was in too deep.

All I could do was try to cling on life.
Because I was dying inside.

I was fighting a battle i'd never win.
I was just sorry I wasn't someone who anyone could be proud of.

This is my first PaulxOC fic ! If you are not even the tiniest bit sad right now, there is something wrong with you.

I hope this is up to my normal standard of writing.

I know this is probably not worth a review, but .. If you like this fic, will you please give reviewing a try?

You see, me and my friend are having a bet to see who can get the most reveiws in a story.

Thanks so much,

CaitlinB54

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