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I looked away long enough for them to proceed with their argument, making me sigh in relief.
Another guy got out of the driver's side, walking around and pushing the two that were arguing away from each other.
A beanie covered the hair on his head and he had one hazel coloured eye and then a brown one.
His eyes were wide as he seemed to be scolding them.
Lastly, out of the first car came someone that almost made me choke on my spit.
The hot one from last night with the even hotter dog.
He went here?
He walked around his car and sat on the hood, watching them before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up.
He was wearing black jeans, a black shirt and a leather jacket.
The Typical "Bad Boy" look.
He just sat there, observing them, who I assumed were his friends.
The afro guy said something and suddenly, all of their eyes switched to me, causing my cheeks to heat up.
I quickly looked away, not wanting to catch any more attention.
Thankfully, the bell rang and I waited for others to leave before I did.
At this school, I tried socializing as little as possible. At all of my previous schools, friendships always got me into trouble at home.
Plus, I preferred it this way. At least I wouldn't have to hurt anyone when I left abruptly.
"Miss Rhee. A word?" My Math Teacher asked and I nodded, giving him a small smile.
"Yes, Sir? Can I help you with anything?" I questioned and he shook his head.
"The Principal wants to have a word with your parents next week," he said and my heart dropped into my ass. "But right now, Miss Beckham wants your help in the Theatre room."
Shit. I was fucked for sure.
Maybe I could run away and come back next year after the meeting.
"Okay, Sir." I replied with a kind smile, leaving the room.
I felt like crying. It didn't matter what that meeting was going to be about.
My father is going to kill me once I tell him the Principal wants to see him.
I made my way into the Theatre Room, entering just as the Teacher was about to open the door.
"Rhee, Hello." She smiled, motioning for me to come with her. "You've seen the "YorkVille Play" already, right?" She asked.
"Yes, Ma'am." I replied.
"Would you mind helping me adjust the stage? I just have to run to a quick meeting." She asked kindly.
I internally sighed, knowing that I was going to try eating something in the bathroom where I could vomit in peace if I needed to.
"Sure." I told her and she took both of my hands in hers.
"Thank you so much, Sweetie! I'll give you a pass for the rest of the day."
After she left, I went back outside and grabbed my bag, bringing it in here with me.
Then I popped open the lid of my bowl and sat, at least eating something before I began.
My stomach was all messed up because of the constant blows I receive, making it hard to eat.
"When I'm away from you," I started singing quietly to take my mind off of things.
"I'm happier than ever," My head leaned to the side as I held down the vomit. "Wish I could explain it better," I continued, swinging my legs as I sat on the stage.
By the time I finished the song I was done with my food.
My heart dropped as I heard slow clapping in the audience, startling me as I didn't hear anyone come in.
I looked up, finding afro guy sitting there with his legs up on the seat in front of him.
"I don't know who hurt you but," he laughed, getting up. "That was beautiful, Blondie." He finished and I looked at my feet.
"Thanks." I replied softly and he sat in the front row, right in front of me.
"I'm Damien." He said, pulling a lollipop out of his pocket and opening it.
"It's nice to meet you." I smiled, standing and putting my bowl away.
"And you are?"
"Everyone calls me Rhee." I replied, climbing up the stairs and beginning to make small changes.
"So you're Rhee." He said almost to himself and I looked at him, to which he shook his head and smiled. "You're the new girl, everyone's talking about it, you know?"
"Yeah." I laughed a bit, pushing a small sofa further onto the stage.
"Well, I'll leave you to do...whatever this is." He said and I laughed again. "Hopefully I'll see you later." Giving me a smile as he left.
After that the day flew by in a blur and to avoid everyone I ate my lunch in the bathroom.
Right now I was walking down the sidewalk again, busted lip and everything.
My parents were lucky. I could've become the child they raised.
If that were the case, I'd be twerking to gospel music.
Or eating soup with a fork.
I wasn't a bad kid, so I didn't really know what they did or where to even begin.
"Fuck you!" I heard a man shout from up ahead as I stared at the floor and I froze.
I looked up and found that I was now faced with an all-out brawl in the middle of the street.
These were grown men, fighting carelessly in the middle of the street. I thought it was a fist fight,
Until I saw someone being stabbed repeatedly.
My hands shook uncontrollably as I watched the man fall to the ground, bleeding.
I was about to get the fuck out of there when, life decided to fuck me over.
Again.
I backed into a trash can, knocking it over and catching everyone's attention.
You've got to be joking.
I swear everyone paused whatever they were doing.
"So, um, I'll just...go." I said carefully, about to run away when I was grabbed from behind.
Dear life,
Fuck you and your family.
But respectfully,
Rhee.
My heart raced in my chest, faster than I even thought that it could.
"Oh, I'm going to have some fun with this one." The guy that grabbed me said and I giggled internally.
Hey, that rhymed!
Okay, back to the situation at hand.
As I was about to think of an escape, tyres screeched from down the street as someone turned the corner at full speed.
Everyone's attention turned to it, watching as it approached at full speed.
Behind that car came three more cars and they all stopped right in front of this large group.
The passenger side of the first car swung open and to my surprise, the same dog from last night ran out.
But this time, she was growling viciously as she ran in my direction and my stomach dropped.
Instead of attacking me like I thought she would, though, she went straight for the guy behind me, biting down on his leg.
He let go of me and fell to the ground. I was horrified as she started chewing his face like a toy as he screamed.
Then, the fighting continued. All of the men in the other cars came out and a war began.
I then watched as a single figure walked through the entire crowd unharmed, heading straight for me.
It was he, the 'Hot' guy. He walked over, his cold eyes staring at Jinx for a second before he looked at me.
"Come on." His deep voice said and I was in a trance.
Yeah, a trance of hotness.
I watched as he walked past me, obviously wanting me to follow him.
But I couldn't move. All of the violent scenes flashback and had me paralyzed with fear. I didn't move until Jinx nudged my legs with her head.
I snapped out of it and watched he was waiting for me to walk. Jinx walked directly in front of me and he glanced at her before shaking his head.
He walked over to the car, opened the passenger side door, and when I got in, he closed the door.
He went over to his car, unlocking it and opening the passenger side door.
Taking a breath, I got in and he shut the door. Then he opened the back door for the dog, who happily got in and sat.
He walked around, making a signal with his hands and it was only then that I noticed Damien through the glass.
He was holding a guy up by his collar, punching him repeatedly but once he saw me, he dropped him and waved.
I gave him a small smile and waved back with my hands still shaking.
Once he got into the car, he started it and drove forward toward the crowd,
Making everyone jump out of the way and he didn't seem to even care.
I stayed silent, trying to calm my nerves when he spoke.
"Where do you live?" He asked and I looked over at him as he drove.
"I..."
I can't let him take me back there! I'll be dead for sure!
"Can you just drop me off at Dino's?" I asked quietly, feeling my eyes become glassy.
I'm too weak for my own good.
The ride was silent and I accidentally brushed my hand against my rib, wincing.
I felt him look over at me and I looked out of the window as a tear fell from my eye.
He pulled up to the place I asked him to take me to and surprisingly, he parked and killed the engine.
He got out and walked around, opening my door for me and I thanked him, giving him a small smile as I got out.
He rolled the back window down for the dog and proceeded to walk with me inside.
I realized that he didn't speak much. I wouldn't blame him.
Having to save a random girl like that and get involved in what I'm positive about was some sort of "Battle of the Gangs".
I opened the door of the small twenty-four hour Diner, and I went straight for a booth at the back.
Slowly, he followed me there and sat across from me, placing his phone on the table and crossing his arms over his chest.
Now that we were in full lighting, I'm positive that he could see the bruises on my face.
"Thanks." I said, tugging my sleeves down to cover my arms.
"What's that?" He asked, staring at the cut on my cheek and I cleared my throat.
"You didn't have to come in with me. I'm not planning on leaving soon." I told him and he looked at his watch, then shrugged.
His eyes reminded me of ice. Clear and cold with just a little bit of haziness.
They stared back at me for a while, trying to obviously figure me out and I looked away.
His stare was intense, making my chest feel heavier and I struggled to breathe normally.
"Hey, w-what can I get you two?" A waiter asked as he approached the table.
I noticed that he was avoiding eye contact with the person sitting across from me, confusing me.
What if he traffics organs and is just waiting for me to eat so he can sell my stomach?
"Can I have a blueberry muffin and water, Please?" I asked and he looked at me, giving me a small smile.
That happened often enough. I'd receive smiles from most people I came across and most of whom I didn't know.
"And for you, Sir?" He asked, keeping his head down.
But he didn't respond, not even paying him any mind and I felt bad.
"A glass of water, Please." I said, ordering for him and he looked at me, slowly leaning back in his seat as a small smirk formed.
"Okay, I'll come back with your orders in a second." He said.
"Thank you." I told him.
He left and I looked back at the guy.
"I can't keep referring to you as 'the guy' in my head, I'm sorry." I shook my head, being honest. "What's your name?"
There was a pause, as he genuinely didn't seem like the chitchat type of person.
"Landon." He responded after a while and I nodded.
"Well, Landon, I'm Rhee." I told him and the waiter came back with the orders.
"Thanks." I said for the ninetieth time and he chuckled.
"You're welcome."
Landon I looked at her, her eyes looking down at a single muffin asif it were a full course meal.There was something off about her.She picked it up, breaking it into two and sliding halfacross the table on the plate.As she slid it across, the sleeve of her sweater rolled backto reveal her arm.It was almost entirely covered in cuts and bruises,confirming my theory that something was off about her eyes.Her green orbs held nothing but pain behind them and itwouldn't take a genius to figure out that that was the reason she avoided herhouse.She quickly retreated her arm, pulling down the sleeve andgiving me a smile."Do you have any hidden talents?" She asked as shetook a bite.I shook my head, observing every movement she made.Her hair was down, an attempt to cover the bruises on herneck but I still saw it.There was something awful going on inside her house. And Iwas positive that all of those bruises could never be put there by one person.They were too fresh."Come on
VictoriåHe stopped the car down the block, catching me by surpriseas I had told him which house it was.Does he know?"Thank you." I told him, staring up the street atmy house,I dreaded even the thought of going inside, knowing that myfather was probably awake by now. The sun had started rising and I looked over at him, findinghim staring back at me emotionlessly."Thank You." I said again, trying to pass time anda small smirk formed on his blank face.Though he smirked, his eyes remained cold andnonchalant. He pulled away from the curb, driving down the street and Ifurrowed my eyebrows."Around the block." Was the only thing he said,leaning back in his seat. I understood, letting out a small laugh as he gave me a fewmore minutes to think about how I was going to get into my house undetected.If I got caught my mother was surely not going to back me upeven though she knew why I left the house at night in the first place.Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and decided th
Landon I looked at her, her eyes looking down at a single muffin as if it were a full course meal.There was something off about her.She picked it up, breaking it into two and sliding half across the table on the plate. As she slid it across, the sleeve of her sweater rolled back to reveal her arm.It was almost entirely covered in cuts and bruises, confirming my theory that something was off about her eyes. Her green orbs held nothing but pain behind them and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that that was the reason she avoided her house. She quickly retreated her arm, pulling down the sleeve and giving me a smile."Do you have any hidden talents?" She asked as she took a bite.I shook my head, observing every movement she made.Her hair was down, an attempt to cover the bruises on her neck but I still saw it.There was something awful going on inside her house. And I was positive that all of those bruises could never be put there by one person.They were too fresh."Come on
VictoriåHe stopped the car down the block, catching me by surprise as I had told him which house it was.Does he know?"Thank you." I told him, staring up the street at my house,I dreaded even the thought of going inside, knowing that my father was probably awake by now. The sun had started rising and I looked over at him, finding him staring back at me emotionlessly."Thank You." I said again, trying to pass time and a small smirk formed on his blank face. Though he smirked, his eyes remained cold and nonchalant. He pulled away from the curb, driving down the street and I furrowed my eyebrows."Around the block." Was the only thing he said, leaning back in his seat. I understood, letting out a small laugh as he gave me a few more minutes to think about how I was going to get into my house undetected.If I got caught my mother was surely not going to back me up even though she knew why I left the house at night in the first place. Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and decided tha
Victoria "Long day?" I asked, rubbing my hands together under the table and he didn't reply."Whenever I have a bad day I just think of something better." I smiled, not minding that he didn't seem to be in the mood to talk."What happened to your head?" He asked me tonelessly and my hand instinctively reached up and touched the deep cut."I fell on the stairs." I replied, which was partly the truth. He looked me dead in the eyes, searching for something before he shook his head, obviously not believing me.I ran a hand through my hair just as the waiter came back and I smiled at him."On the house." He replied, still avoiding eye contact with Landon and I was still a bit confused about it.But I just passed it across as both of them just not having a mutual liking to one another."No, it's fine." I told him."I insist." He said, already walking away and I sighed, looking back at Landon.I split the muffin in half, cutting his into smaller pieces and he looked at it when I slid it ov
VictoriåI picked myself up off of my bed, wiping away the blood on my lips and going into my bathroom.My hair was matted with blood, causing a sigh to come out of my mouth as I saw that the wound on my head had reopened because of my father.I got into the shower and washed everything away, washing my hair then getting out and wrapping myself in my towel.After that I got ready for school and left the house, not bothering to make breakfast as my mother wasn't even home.It was still kinda early, so I took the long way to school. I smiled at everyone as I passed by, instantly being cheered up as I received smiles back,Humming, I was about to walk past a man on the side of the street when I overheard his conversation with someone."Miss, please. I haven't eaten in a week." He pleaded."You think you deserve money from me? You'll never be anything but a homeless fool!" A woman shouted at him as he sat on the side of the street in tears and I instantly shook my head.I took the rest of
Landon I leaned against the locker next to hers, watching the side-glances and scared smiles people threw my way.My reputation in this town was far from the greatest. Most people feared me, hated me or acted as though they liked me so that I wouldn't kill them.It didn't work, either way and they knew that. Yet they still seemed to hold on to that lie to reassure themselves.It was clear that she didn't find that out yet and I wasn't sure how much time I had remaining before she finally did.She was the only person in a long time that didn't annoy me with their constant talking. I actually preferred when she filled the silence.Because of that, it was evident that when she was silent, something was wrong with her."I'm so not ready to get farted on." She laughed, shutting her locker and looking over at me."I can kinda smell it already."She looked down at what I knew was her Schedule, swiping some hair behind her ear as it fell into her face. Then she looked back up at me."Which cl
VictoriåI hummed as I sat on stage, eating one of the blueberry muffins that Landon had gotten me. I was finished setting up and I still had some free time, so I spent it on my own.You're still there, right?Okay, I'm just making sure.Yesterday my father hit me with a frying pan in the head.I would be mad but the sound it made almost had me laughing out loud. He asked my mom if she wanted to help me as I bled and she shook her head. I felt alone. Like there was no-one I could depend on anymore.The door opened and I watched as the guys walked in, coming over and sitting in the front row. "Slater told us you were in here." Damien said.River and Ryder came over, sitting on the stage on either side of me."You look sad, Rhee." River said, looking at my face and I shook my head."I felt kinda sick." I told him, to which he nodded."Let's do Romeo and Juliet." Ryder told River and he nodded excitedly.The both of them stood and I got off of the stage, sitting next to Damien, who smil