As I walked in on Monday morning, the halls were crowded, like really crowded. It was almost impossible to get through to my locker. I wanted to murder the boys walking in front of me. They were like turtles! I swear, it took like twenty minutes just to reach my locker!
When I got there though, I threw (literally threw) everything in my locker. Ain't nobody got time for that! The last few days have been passive, school last week was a breeze, the weekend was chill.
Today though, I looked like a mess. My hair was up in a messy bun (not a cute one either), and I was head to toe with sweats. I had woken up late and didn't have time for a shower- or really anything to be honest. There was not a spot of make up on my face, which I'm not complaining, make up is a hassle. How does Damien like this?
I laugh quietly to myself and picked out my books from my cramped locker. As my hand pushes it shut, my eyes catch a glimpse of Damien headed my way. My lips curled into a smile as he approached.
"Hey," He started, smiling.
"Hey,"
"How was your weekend?" He asks me.
"Lazy, I sat around catching up on Teen Wolf with Molly."
(And Liam, but he doesn't need to know that)
"What about you?" I prompted.
"Nothing much, me and the boys watched sports and played some soccer."
"I wouldn't take you as someone who plays soccer. I was thinking more of baseball."
"Yeah, it was Ryder's idea, he lives for that game. It's okay I guess."
Damien tensed as he spotted Liam and Millay making their way over to us.
"Hey Liam, hey Molly!" I greeted.
"Hey Reelee!" Liam exclaimed. Reelee was a nickname he gave me at lunch the first day, and guess it stuck.
"Reelee?" Damien questioned, a little bit of annoyance in his voice.
"Yeah, he gave it to me last Monday."
Before Damien could reply, something caught Liam's eye, and he excused himself. I watched as he made his way to the front doors before I turned back to Molly and Damien.
"I don't like him." He grimaced.
"Hah! Someone's jealous!" Molly winked.
"That's what I said!" My voiced exclaimed, me and Molly high five-ing.
"I'm not jealous."
"Mhm..." Molly and I sounded in unison.
Suddenly, a small tap on my shoulder caught my attention. I turned to reveal Liam and a girl too caught up in looking around to face me.
"Rhea, Molly, Damien, this is my cousin Trish!" He exclaimed, spinning her around to our direction.
My breath hitched and I took a step back. The devil, my tormentor, Trish D'Marco was standing in front of me. She had the same expression on her face but quickly turned into a smirk.
"Ah, just as I left you! An outcast and poorly dressed! You still are a little whore aren't you?" Trish mocked.
Tell me this is a nightmare! Please tell me this a nightmare!
I looked over to Liam, Molly, and Damien who all had scowling faces on them.
"Listen here bitch-" Molly started before Liam cut her off.
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Teen Fiction"I know what you did Ree." "You are a whore like everyone is saying you are. Are you proud of what you have done? Everyone was right. You are a worthless piece of trash." "You can't be a slut and expect to be liked." "You aren't welcome here anymor...
