Paige Mellark-Lynch: OMG I'm so sorry did I actually make you cry?! Wow, sorry, have a virtual hug! :D Just thought I'd apologise to you that's all.
Yeah, sorry about how depressing the last chapter was, I hate to say but it's gonna get worse pretty fast, sorry! Hopefully this chapter is better!
~chapter 11: Passing notes in class~
I pulled myself up off the ground and wiped my tear stained cheeks. I looked into the mirror at my deathly pale skin, red cheeks. I was right the cuts were open again, i had red puffy eyes. I looked terrible. I walked over to the sink and ran the cold tap. I cupped my hands and took some water into my hands and threw it onto my face. I let out a sigh as the cold water relaxed my burning cheeks. Thank goodness I wasn't wearing any make up today. I took a step back and looked at myself again, a lot better. I slowly lifted up my shirt to revile a huge bruise, coving the whole of my stomach. I dropped my shirt in an instant. I felt myself tremble but stopped it. I picked up my stuff that Cassidy had thrown everywhere and placed it back into my bag. I took a deep breath and walked into the corridors. I felt everybody's eyes on me, but I carried on walking keeping my head held high.
I sighed as I heard the old comments back;
"she's such a freak"
"what is she wearing? What a loser"
"so pathetic, no wonder nobody likes her, she should get lost"
"look at her cheek. Why doesn't she just go die"
Just keep walking. Don't listen. Just get to class. Just walk. They'll get sick of it and stop soon.
Oh, What's the point of lying to myself. They'll never stop. I'll have to live with it through all of my high school life.
I walked quickly to my next class, without making eye contact with anyone. I opened the door and was met with more suspicious eyes. I turned my attention to the teacher. Mr fisher, i'm always late when i have him "where have you been, miss Dawson" why do all teachers address me that why when I'm in trouble?
I cleared my throat "I, um, got a little sidetracked I'm sorry" I replied sheepishly. He narrow his eyes at me.
"This is the second time you have been late to my lesson I'm going to have to-" his eyes wondered down to my scared face, then to my wrists which were now starting to bruise. He looked back up to my eyes. "Don't let it happen again" he mumbled and pointed to the empty seat, the same as last time, next to pretty boy. Should I still call him that? never mind, it's a cool nickname anyway.
I sighed, secretly pleased with the seating and sat down at the seat. I relaxed into my seat and stared at the front feeling a little awkward. I rested my forehead onto the desk and sighed deeply.
I looked up as I felt something soft slide besides me. I turned to see pretty boy smirking at me. I narrowed my eyes and picked up the piece of paper.
'Hey, you okay you seem stressed :)' I smiled at his concern.
I quickly took a pen and replied 'I'm fine, just tired that's all. What are you 5, passing notes in class'
I passed him the note, carefully making sure none of his friends saw it. He read the note and frowned, he scribbled something and passed it to me.
'Hey! Don't knock the note passing. This is used in every romantic movie. What can I say I'm just that sweet.' I giggled a little too loudly and everyone spun around to me. Curse my loud laugh.
"sorry, I had something stuck in my throat" I mumbled, feeling the embarrassment seeping its way into me.
I heard pretty boy chuckle to himself. I wrote back quickly. 'Stop laughing at me! It's your fault I laughed anyway.'
I sighed and began doodling on a random piece of paper. I grinned as a note slid next to me. I was enjoying this way too much.
'I'm just funny, deal with it. You free tonight? Wanna hang out? Jay's cancelled his party…' I rolled my eyes and smiled at his reply.
'when do you stop partying, seriously you never stop. Party this and party that. Do you now know when enough is enough? Yeah sure I'm free' he quickly wrote back before the bell rang.
'I do know when I stop! Awesome, I'll text you after school, later' the bell rang and he quickly ran off. I rolled my eyes again and packed my stuff up and headed for the door.
"Ally, can I have a word?" mr Fisher said in a concerned voice. Oh crap. I smiled and walked over slowly to his desk.
"Ally, I've very worried about you, your never late to my lesson, but over these past few weeks you have been late, not worked, messed around and this lesson I saw you passing notes to Austin Moon. I didn't know you two were close. I hope you don't take this the wrong way but, people like you shouldn't be friends with people like him, he's a trouble maker. Yes, he might get good grades but that's luck. He's not good company" he said with a smile on his face. I gripped my book in my hand.
"Thank you for your concern, mr fisher. But I think I'll chose whose good company or not. He may not be the best behaved person, but he means well. And I'm sure we both know it. Thank you for the advice though, I really appreciate it." I replied.
"Whatever you want sweetheart. I still don't think your friendship will last" he said shrugging. I felt my mouth drop open. I spun on my heels and stormed out of the classroom. Walking to my next one. I walked past everyone and stormed into the classroom. Luckily nobody was in there. I sat in my seat and opened my book onto a fresh page.
Dear diary,
I have never been so furious in my life. Actually only when pretty boy ripped my skirt off and reviled my 'granny pants' as he called them…moving on. Mr fisher, is an absolute idiot! He saw the bruises that Cassidy did and confronted me about them after class. He said and I quote; 'I saw you passing notes to Austin Moon. I didn't know you two were close. I hope you don't take this the wrong way but, people like you shouldn't be friends with people like him, he's a trouble maker.'
What the heck is that about? Ugh, I really hate him now. Pretty boy's not so bad once you get used to his joking, smirking, grinning, annoying habit of flipping his hair, his overuse of shrugging, his big ego and head, what was I talking about? Oh right, he's a good guy and he seems genially sweet. I'll chose who I want to be friends with! Oh crap class started…30 minutes ago. Crap again.
Lots of love, Ally x
How long does it take someone to come out of school?! I've waited here for 10 freakin' minutes for pretty boy. "oh I'll meet you outside school in 5 minutes'"yeah right. Oh gosh, this is a cruel joke isn't it, he's going to pop up with his friends and laugh at me and say how he'd never be friends with me. That evil, lying, too good for nothing piece of shi-
"Hey" oh right, i knew that.
I smiled up at him, since he was way taller than me. "Hey, so what's the plan?" he shrugged. Like I said overly use of shrugging.
"Whatever" he replied, digging his hands into his pockets. Could he be more of a pretty boy at this moment?
Is sighed "Fine, we can go to my house, it's only 5 minutes away…and you live a few doors away from me so you know that" I smiled sheepishly as he chuckled at me.
We started to walk, the silence killing me. "Oh yeah, you know mr Fisher right? He said some crap about you" I said as I jumped up and down with anger.
He gave me a funny look and rolled his eyes. "That guy has always hated me, why what did he say?" he asked.
"Well, he said he was concerned about me because he saw my wrist that, um, I did. Then he said he saw us passing notes and then said people like me shouldn't be friends with people like you, whatever that means, then he said you're not good company." I said and took a deep breath.
He frowned again "I'm great company, everyone loves me! I bet he saw you pass me a note, your pretty lousy at hiding stuff" he said with a mocking smirk.
I rolled my eyes and playfully pushed him "Modest much? Anyway it wasn't me, you were one who kept sliding them over the desk!" I argued back.
We arrived at my house and I quickly opened the door and let him in. I froze as I remembered my dad. He can't know! Nobody can know about him.
I dumped my bags on the floor and led him upstairs. I left him sat on my bed while I walked over to my dad's room.
"Hey dad, how are you?" I asked quietly.
He smiled at me. "I'm fine honey. How was school?" he asked.
I looked behind to make sure he wasn't coming "Awesome, everyone kept asking for a new song" I replied with fake enthusiasm.
"I'll let you rest" I whispered as I walked out, back into my bedroom.
Pretty boy narrowed his eyes at me "Who were you talking to? And where are your parents?" he asked standing up from my bed.
I shrugged. Great, he's got me doing it now. "Nobody. And my dad's…at work now, i dont want to talk about my mom" I lied. His eyes narrowed further.
"your hiding something, Dawson" he said as he pushed his way past me. He walked over to my dad's room and placed his hands on the doorknob.
"Please don't go in there! Please" I pleaded as I ran up to him.
He didn't listen and quickly opened the door and saw my sick father lying there on the bed, coughing.
About updating: I'll update every other day, because I also need to update my new story 'bad reputations and autographs' (if you haven't please check it out, much appreciated) so I'll update this one, one day then the other one the next. If I'm feeling in a creative mood I'll update then as well.