Bullied. Teased. Struggling. Pain.
Welcome to Lacey's one hell of a life.
**THIS STORY IS UNDERDOING MAJOR EDITING HENCE THINGS MIGHT GET CONFUSING ON DIFFERENT CHAPTERS**
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People talk too much. I don't like talking much. It's quite exhausting having to find the specific words to use and when, and how to use it. Hence this is why I'm cozily sitting in the one spot in school where human speech is at its minimum. My headphones were blasting heavy by Linkin Park. Rubbing my temples, I flipped the page of the book I was currently immersing myself in. I wonder if-
I felt a slight touch on my shoulder. I flinched and immediately spun my body around to the presence. I hated being touched. I absolutely loathed, especially, unexpected touches. I gulped hard as Justin hovered me wearing his football jersey and a look of disdain on his slightly tanned face. He rapidly grabbed the stool next to me and threw his legs over positioning himself to sit. He plopped down into it and cocked his head to the side as his eyes scanned my face. Before havnig to react further, he began to speak, "Lacey. Listen we have to start working on the project for Mr.Edison's class and it needs to be as soon as possible". He demanded and I felt like I was a solider being given orders to. I simply nodded in response and stared at the white desk. Why do people-
Justin chuckled lowly and I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "The only reason why I'm even talking to you is because I have no other choice. Let's get one thing clear, we are not friends. I however need to maintain a good enough academic standard to attain the sports scholarship to go off to college", He emphasized, not moving his eyes off of me. I gulped hard this time. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks because he was so close that I could smell the mint in his breath and the dark temptation cologne on him.
I decided to speak up, "Urm, okay. When do we work on it then?" This would mean that Justin and I would have to be together alone working on our project. But where would that be? In the library? The coffee shop?
"Well. The weekend is coming up so how about we meet at DayCeno's coffee shop on Saturday, 10 a.m?" He run his fingers through his tussled hair.
"Sure". He stared at me for a few more seconds and got off the chair walking straight past me without uttering anything more. I sighed and went back to reading my novel.
An hour had passed and it was time for lunch. I packed my books and shoved it in my duffel bag as I headed towards the cafeteria. I decided that I should get a medium apple and a water today. Plus, I was not that hungry anyway. The chatter of over-dramatic teenagers greeted me as I walked through the metal doors of the cafeteria. Everyone was segregated into their own little clangs. Me on the other hand. I was the lone cheese. And it honestly did not bother me. There were the popular wealthy kids whose parents basically gave them a golden ticket since birth, the jocks that thought they were superior to the human race, and the introverts that would rather listen to music or read a book as opposed to engaging in conversation with humans. I fell into that category. I walked over to an empty seat and took residence. My teeth sank into the crunchy apple as I felt the juices invade my taste buds. I loved apples. I restlessly rotated my neck and I stopped midway as my eyes fell on Thomas making his way towards me. Sh*t. Not again.
