Raylin's POV

Lunchtime. The time when every student will collect in a large room to eat and socialize. Or in my case, sit on a bench by the bin with a meagre amount of food and be lonely until the "popular" students come to harass me. Fun times. (Again. Note the sarcasm.)

At the start of our lunch break, I bought an apple, a bar of toffee and a cup of tea. The normal lunch. Affordable and tasty. I was only allowed to bring three dollars to school every day so these were the only items I could actually afford.

I sat at my usual table by the bin and scoffed down my apple. I took a sip of my steaming hot chai tea and then pulled out my phone to play some games while I finished off my tea and toffee. Phones aren't the most enjoyable pass time options, seeing as how undeveloped they are. Oh well. Not like I have anything better to be doing anyway.

Lunch was quiet for a while but eventually that tosser Lahote came over to bug me. I truly loathe him. He even brought his cronies with him. How polite!

"Look. The freak is sitting with her friends. Oh, wait she doesn't have any!" They laughed and a few other students fell silent and turned their heads to watch us. He continued.

"And she's even next to the trash can. What a loser!" By this point, most of the cafeteria had gone quiet, anticipating what would happen next. My guess, he would proceed to taunt me until he got sick of my silence and decided to "play" with me. By play, I mean he would drag me by the hair to the centre of the room and beat me 'til I was raw and bloody. Everyone witness's this and yet no-one will even bother considering helping me. All they would do was encourage him on and treat us like a movie. My misery was their entertainment.

I fucking detest them all. All he ever wants is for me to be pained. And as much as I try not to show it, he does get to me. More often than he will ever comprehend.

I blocked him out as best as I could. It was a lot harder than it seemed. He was practically yelling now. I tried and I tried to keep him out but in the end, I couldn't. His voice pounded through my mind. My head throbbed from all the thoughts running in my head. It was infuriating! Eventually, all that anger, all that spite, all of that pain just burst and I screamed out,

"SHUT UP ALREADY!"

The whole school seemed to go silent after my outburst. My heart was racing in my chest, probably reaching about a hundred miles per hour. Everything was still. The air in the room was tense as we waited for Lahote's response. But we never got it; at that moment, the bell rang, signalling next period.

Everyone groaned but grudgingly got up and headed to their lessons. That is, everyone except Paul Lahote and myself. We stood in complete silence for minutes.

The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife. I hesitantly rose from my seat; his eyes followed my every move. I shuddered under his gaze and waited for him to speak. A moment of silence passed between us until he finally spoke.

"So grew so some guts did you?" His tone held the snarkiness he seemed to feel. "Finally decide to stand up for yourself did you?"

I remained unmoving and soundless. That was certainly not the case but it was what he assumed had happened. I didn't feel the need yet to correct him. He continued.

"Well here's something for you. I don't believe you know this but just because you may have stood up for yourself for once, doesn't make you any stronger than before. You're still the weak little fool we all know. Nothing will ever change that."

Even from the small distance away from him, I could feel the scorching heat radiating from his body and rage was evident on his contorted face. I shrank back in fear. A whimper escaped my mouth. Lahote smirked and stood up before walking away and leaving me alone in the cavernous room.

Once I was sure he had left, I picked my self up off of the ground and sat at a table. All traces of courage I may have had before and fled from me, leaving me fearful and alone to think about what'd just happened. Honestly, I couldn't explain it myself. He was angrier than I've ever seen him before. I've never seen anyone this angry; it scared me.

Eventually, I had to get up and run to class, fifteen minutes late. This lesson was Gym with Lahote and his friends. Basically, I would endure all the present fury they held within themselves. But when I entered the hall after changing into my gym uniform, Paul wasn't there. The teacher yelled at me for a couple of minutes before splitting us into four teams for two 2v2 dodgeball games. Oh my, my Luna. What did I do to deserve this punishment I am receiving? This was completely unfair.

We were split into teams and I was on a team with Macy, Harriet, Lahote's friends and some other class students. We did do pretty well though. We worked as a team and crushed the opponents! They never saw it coming.

After Gym was History. History had a tendency to be as boring as watching paint dry. So I had so much time to think to myself.

'Why was Lahote so angry?' ' Why was Lahote burning hot?' 'Why did I care so much?' 'Where was he during Gym?'

The bell rang. That class had flown by. I grabbed my bag and left the school. The walk home was long and gruelling. I resented it but my damn mom refused to pick me up after school. Stupid bitch. I hate her so much. I entered the house to see mom drunk and dozing on the couch. I groaned but dumped my bag and picked up a broom to start cleaning up. Luna curse that woman, please.

A/N Hi guys! Sorry for the wait. I have been very busy with school and the school play is next week so I need to focus a lot on that. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for reading and thank you so much to everyone who followed or favourited this story. Please leave a review and have a nice day. Bye!