Chapter 3

I do not like Dana

That was the first thing my mind registered as me and the person in question walked into the school.

I am not even exactly sure why my brain was thinking that, but I guess it was partly because I had come to hate me and what I had been, while Dana seemed to have inherited it.

All eyes were on her when we both walked in with her making a great effort of wiggling her butt and whip her constantly like some horse using his tail to swat away flies.

One strand had gotten into her mouth when I told her to stop before she actually obeyed me.

After the school, had of course, had their feel of the runway model strutting infront of them, their gaze turned to me, mean and evidently evil.

'What is she still doing here?'

'Queen of mean huh? How about Queen of Crazyville?'

'What would happen if I shoved her right now? She looks like she could break if I put alot of effort into it'

For some reason, I was grateful to Docs stubbornness in making sure I had learnt self control in extremely violent situations, until of course, I had to use force which she said was never the answer but it worked too..

Not saying a word and walking through the hall till we reach out lockers. I magically still ignore the stares until I cannot take it any longer and turn to stare at a female.

She immediately gasped and tries to look away, slamming her locker on her finger.

A scream emanated from her lips and her friends try to calm her down while I look away, rolling my eyes which land on Dana who is applying four layers of fake skin, aka foundation, and more lipgloss which reflects so badly I might actually need sunglasses to protect my eyes from their glossiness.

Taking my eyes away from such a painful image, I turned to Chaos and Fire who are happily poking whoever passes them with their selfie stick, if they believed you were a fashion no no.

I smile now, knowing they had no bad thought while they did what they did. Not like some zebra that looked like she was hit by a makeup truck next to me.

"You should smile more"

I turn to the voice, as I watch her adjust her crop top, making sure her boobs were open enough to cause enough distraction in whatever class she walks in through her mirror.

"Oh yeah?" I say "Now why didn't I think of that"

She rolls her eyes there "Just trying to be nice"

No darling, you wished I had actually died.

But all I did was smile at her and say "You'd never know how to be nice, until you begging God not to throw you in hell of course"

I hear a gasp from her as I open my locker before I hear things begin to pour out of it, making me jump back in shock.

All of a sudden, Dana is screaming and scrambling into the arms of Fire who is looking more shocked than I am.

Razors and pills poured out in their large number out of my locker, some still resting in it, with papers bearing words of certain people's negativity.

Die.

Slut.

Whore.

I could feel their stares grow again, just like before, but this time I could hear their snickers and whispers.

'She shouldn't have come back'

'i heard that she actually got so addicted to heroin, she jumped her dad's colleagues to get them to give her the ones they had in custody'

'Karma is a bitch'

Their words felt like hungry wolves waiting for me to let my fence down so they could pour in and tear me to pieces.

But I was not giving them that today "Amateurs, say this to my front, if you dare"

The mumbling all around had stopped and the hall was perfectly silently as I continue "Really? I mean, I can literally tell whose writing this is. I mean, seriously? Give me credit for going to a psychiatric home where I met actual crazy people who stabbed one another, this is just bullshit"

Quietly, I begin to brush out what we was in my locker, setting everything back in it's rightful place and taking out my journal which shockingly was unopened and unharmed.

"Okay, shows over, get your invite asses away from here!"

That was Chaos and Fire.

My supposedly was still trying to regain her perfect self back as she says "Omg, totes crazy right?"

"Don't"

Luckily, she gets the message, and purses her lips a while.

The hall is already thinning out when she suddenly says "I'd be off to class, I'd be waiting for you, okay?"

I nod and watch her begin to walk away with the twins at her heels who blow me a kiss before following anyway.

I wait a while, making sure there's no one else before the first tear drops, then the second.

And I am a blubbering waterfall at the third.

I stay there pouring out my feelings till I feel huge arms wrap around me and a deep voice whisper in my ear "You did good baby, I'm proud of you for being strong"

I turn slowly, sniffing and sobbing now "Ty... Tyler?"

He makes his infamous grin "One and only baby"

I immediately kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him close as his huge body pins me to the locker and his cologne goes over mine.

When he pulls away, he says breathlessly "To think I haven't done that in six months I needed that power up"

Tyler Johansen, red hair, quarterback, class president, bluish green eyes and a definetely gym like body with buff muscles that made him look like some greek god of Strength and Beauty.

My boyfriend.

I lick my lips "I'm sorry if it was... Sudden"

"Don't apologise for giving me my drugs baby" He says with a drawl "It was long overdue" Then he bends to my ear "You know we could take this to the janitors closet, what you think?"

I was already smiling, before I hear a teacher say "You both should be I'm class"

Tyler turns, his hands snaking around my waist as he says "It's a reunion Mr Harrison, you should understand"

I know that the whole school was aware of what the two of us were, but I know they only overlooked our shortcomings because they all loved Tyler.

Mr Harrison made a face "Class, now"

"Okay" Tyler says then faces me with a wink "But one more" And kisses me one more time and running off to class, with the older man calling him something related to a devil.

I smile.