When did my life become so sucktastic? I swear it was not always like this.
"Watch it freak." Paul Lahote, my arch nemesis, snarls at me. He is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Which we all know either means they are douches or gay. No offense to the male race, but come on your pretty much animals with basic instincts and sex drive.
"Sorry." I say. "Douche." I Whisper under my breath but apparently, he heard.
"What did you just say?" He yells as he grabs my arm and slams me against the row of lockers to my left. Yes, he has inflicted multiple injuries upon myself. Really, the best week of my life was when he was out for two weeks.
"I said sorry." I mumble. He yanks me around and looks into my eyes with a look of fury that I have never seen on anyone else's face. Then it changes to a look of utter completion of the soul (pssh as if he actually has a soul.) He has this look of love and admiration. He grabs me and hugs me.
"RAPE, RAPE HELP RAPE." I scream then knee Paul Lahote in the balls and run with all my might. I am screaming at myself.
'You just signed your on death certificate.'
'I know just shut up already and fixate on Ian Somerhalder's eyes.'
"Wait don't go!" Paul screams at me, running full speed towards me I look forward and run.
'Well I told you not to go that way towards the buses.'
'Yea yea I get it all ready.'
'And just think if it was at night you could have turned out like that bus driver in Teen Wolf.'
'Well then I would have been saved by a hot werewolf. So not gonna happen in this situation.' AN/ isn't ironic.
'There you go finally getting some pointers from SilverLinings Playbook.'
All of sudden I feel like I'm getting tackled by a Line Backer, but no I just had to be worse it was Paul.
"I'm sorry so, so sorry. I would never hurt you on purpose." I then did something I would never fathom doing to Paul, I laughed at him. It was probably the most stupid thing I could do but with that sentence, he got on my last nerve. I somehow maneuvered my way out of his embrace and think things couldn't get any worse I punched him in the face. CRUNCH. Ok bad idea, very bad idea. Running until I got to my house I locked my porch door and the deadbolt and normal one. Then I ran into the kitchen grabbed a couple of big knives poured chemicals on them (and yes this is extreme but Paul freaking Lahote isn't after you is he?)holed up in my bathroom and waited for my mom to get home.