Meet Angel. She lives by herself. Her boyfriend, Ryder, is abusive. She doesn't think she can ever escape.
Well, that is until the schools bad boy takes an interest. Hunter sees Angel at a party and decides to help with her problem.
What will happe...
I'm running late so I grab a pair of leggings, a white spaghetti strap, a hoodie, a pair of white lace up ankle boots, two bracelets and a pair of earrings. I throw all of it on and brush my teeth and all that happy jazz before grabbing my phone, a blue phone case, a purse, and my bookbag. I run down stairs and grab my keys. I rush to my car, a black Dodge Charger, and start it up. I quickly peel out of my drive way and head to school.
I get there and practically run to my locker. I quickly get my stuff and get to class. I sit in my seat right as the bell rings. Mrs. Evans walks in and writes our assignment on the white board.
I look through the book and find the pages we had to do. I quickly do them and am done in ten minutes. I start to doodle on my notebook.
I see something land on my paper and open it. It reads, Go die in a hole, no one likes ugly whores like you.
How amusing. I throw it back at her. Meet the Queen Bitch. Tasha Lovely. Although she's everything but that. She is now wearing super short shorts, a see through pink flowery crop top, sandals, giant earrings, and a few bracelet's. You can see her black strapless bra.
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Yeah right. I'm the whore in this conversation. Funny. I'm so the one who fucks every guy in sight. I'm the one who lost my virginity when I was 13. I sometimes can't believe how funny she is.
"Is there something funny, Mrs. Grey?" Mrs. Evans asks.
"Yes, there is. It's the fact that the biggest slut in this school called me a fucking whore." I answer smiling. By now Tasha is fuming and she gives me an evil smirk. Oh fuck, what now.
"Mrs. Evans. This note that Angel threw at me is all you need to see." she says. She gets up and gives it to Mrs. Evans.
"Mrs. Grey, is there a reason you called Mrs. Lovely here a ' whore that needs to die in a hole?'" Mrs. Evans asks.
"I didn't call her a whore she called me a whore!" I defend myself.
"No, detention for both of you." she says. Handing us both detention slips.
"But-" I start.
"No buts or else another detention." Mrs. Evans says.
"Fine." I say and grab my stuff and leave. I rush to my locker and open it. I throw my stuff in and grab my gym clothes.
"Where do you think your going?" Ryder asks, spinning me to where I'm facing him and pushing me up against my locker. "Your just a worthless bitch." he says.
Ryder's my boyfriend. Very abusive I might add. He slaps me across my face. It stings and my hand automatically goes to the side of my face. He punches me in the gut which causes the air to get knocked out of me.
I bend over and put my hands around my stomach. He kicks my legs out from under me causing me to fall on my my side, hitting my head. I see him walk away. I get up and slowly walk to gym.
"Mrs. Grey, can you explain to me why you are late?" Mr. Smith, my gym teacher asks.
"I'm sorry that I was held back in my last class and started my period so I had to change my pad. Then take aspirin because of fucking cramps. Then drop my stuff off at my locker." I say practically screaming.
"Well get changed and start on your warm up."he replies. Yeah, I push all my teachers right buttons. I quickly do my warm ups. He has us run around the track. I absolutely love running. All that adrenaline helps me think.
I run faster than everyone else and finally finished my tenth lap. I walk to the side lines and get water. I down it and see only four of us are done. I'm the fourth done. I usually am the first. Then again, I didn't start until most were two laps in.
I sit down and take my hair out of the high ponytail. One of Tasha's little minions sits next to me with all of her fakeness. Just lovely.
"I heard you called her a whore and told her to die in a hole."she says.
"No, she said that about me so I called her a slut and she got me in detention." I answer truthfully.
Her mouth parts and forms an oh.
"By the way, your makeups running."I say pointing at her face. She puts her hands on her face and takes them off. She sees her hands painted and runs to the bathroom. I start laughing. She forgot waterproof makeup. I even thought of that.
I see a glimpse in the trees surrounding the border of the track. I quietly slip off the field and into the woods. I'm grabbed by a set of arms and pushed against a tree with a knife.
Ryder raises my shirt up and I feel the blade cut into my skin. I tense up, only making it worse. He seals the wound with wrap around it so no one notices.
" Next time hide your limp better. " he simply says and walks away. I clutch my stomach and jog back to the benches wincing every time my stomach moves.
