When y/n gets pregnant during her sophomore year, her father kicks her out. After a year of living out of her car, she is forced to move to New Jersey so she can make a better life for her daughter. She will have to decide whether or not she will tr...
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" A girl says, using her napkin to try and wipe the coffee off of my shirt.
"No no! It's completely fine. I have a spare outfit in my bag." I reply. She sighs.
"I'm really sorry. I've had a really stressful morning and I just ruined yours." She says. I give her a small smile.
"No you didn't, it takes a lot more than a cup of coffee to ruin my morning." I say. She laughs a little and smiles.
"I'm Cynthia." She says, extending her hand. I shake it and smile.
"I'm y/n." I reply. I look down at her shirt and see she has some coffee on it too.
"Hey! Come with me to the locker room! I have a crop top that would look great with the rest of your outfit!" I say. She smiles and nods and we walk to the locker room. I give her the crop top and I put on my spare outfit.
The crop top:
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Your spare outfit:
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We walk out of the locker room, smiling and laughing and I see Mattia and the boys glaring at Cynthia.
"Are you friends with them?" She asks. I nod and her expression changes.
"Why are you friends with them? You're so nice and their literal bitches!" She says. I step back a little and she slaps me.
"God! You're so stupid! I knew there was something off about you! No one is that nice in this school!" She yells. I hold my cheek and do my best to stay calm.
"Cyn what happened?" A girl asks. Cynthia glares at me.
"This bitch is friends with the boys." She says. Her friend glares at me and slaps me again.
"Whore." She says. I lose it. I grab her by her hair and force her to look at me.
"I don't know what your problem is, but if you ever lay a hand on me again I swear to god you will wish you had never came in contact with me. Get your plastic, Barbie Doll lookin ass out of my sight. Now." I say. I let go and her and Cynthia run off. I rub my cheek and the boys walk over.
