𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓

chapter four

Naomi POV

" 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨, 𝐮𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨, 𝐮𝐡 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 "

Xxxtentacion played lowly through my airpods as I sat in class. Feeling something hit my back I turned around slightly seeinf a ball of paper on the floor.
Looking that the direction it came from I saw the group of girls I highly disliked accompanied by Kentrell anda couple of other dudes.

Victoria grinned at me as she mouthed " Open it. "

Going against my instincts, I opened the paper before slightly feeling overwhelmed.

" 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡! "

I could feel my breathing picking up as I heard them all laugh from behind me. Not having much with me, I grabbed my purse off the table before hurrying to the restroom without excusing myself.

Getting inside, I looked at myself breathing heavily as tears flowed out my eyes. Words shouldn't hurt, but those stung for various reasons. Knowing my attempt is just barely a year fresh was making no better.

" Naomi ! " I heard a male voice from outside of the restroom.

I huffed pulling myself together as I wiped my face. Calming my breathing, I opened the door and stepped out seeing Ben.

" You good? " He asked me clearing seeing I wasn't. I just nodded out of instinct not wanting anyone to worry about me. " You lyinn' mane. "

Kissing my teeth, I looked off before feeling my emotions takeover once again. Ben engulfed me in a hug and I accepted letting my tears flow. " Ben Te- what's wrong? " I heard Kd's voice making me mentally curse.

Great. Now it's a counseling session.

" Victoria on that bullshit again. "

I broke from our hug wiping my face once again.

" Ima go. " I said lowly not trying to make eye contact with them.

" Why? " Kd asked.

" I need to be alone. " I mumbled making my way towards the office. They both nodded in understanding before Ben screamed one last time out to me. " We coming over lata' "

I didn't even reply knowing they knew I didn't care. I just hope it's them two though.

After checking myself out I made my home. It was quiet so I knew my mama wasn't here. I headed straight to my room grabbing my compostion book from under my mattress.

Wasting no, I started writing everything that came to mind about my emotions.

" No matter how much I try to stay out of people's way they always find a way to bother me. Over these years I've let people bring me down, run me over, and yet I do nothing. I'm just as weak and weird as they say I am. People only see my good when I'm on the court. My own mother couldn't see my pain when it started. At this point I see no reason for living. I'm a walking lost soul. Popular Loner fits me but it's extreme. "