Chapter 4 He Hates Me

• Mary
• School scares me, Beverly Dale high scares me. I sank my teeth to my lips as I walked towards my locker. I could hear the whispers, my ear seems to have gotten used to them.
• I was wearing a palazzo pants and an off shoulder red top to match the black pants. It was new, not really new because we got it from a thrift store. Mum insisted I wore them today.
• Taylor was standing right in front of my locker.
• "Good morning," she whispered, immediately she sighted me.
• "Hey, Taylor." I whispered softly, hugging her.
• "I was waiting for you, so we could go to class together." She whispered again. I wanted to ask her why she was whispering, but I decided not to.
• To be honest, I was damn scared. Like really scared, the insults that were being thrown at us was not making things easier.
• "She is still here?" Someone said, pointing at me obviously.
• "Has she not realized she is digging her own grave. The queen and King doesn't want her here and she is still adamant." Another voice said.
• "What do you expect from a loser."
• "She might enjoy free things a lot, look at her wanting a free education."
• "She must have been enjoying dicks too, maybe getting paid after being fucked. Losers do anything for money."
• "I feel so much pity for her. We all know Hawk Andrews. Her life is going to be a living hell."
• Those voices were provoking me, I felt like screaming. I wanted to make it stop, but I could not.
• "Please, make it stop." I whimpered.
• "Please... Please."
• "Oh my goodness." Taylor whispered, as she pulled me away hurriedly.
• "I'm sorry about that."
• "I told you all this was going to happen if you talked to me, this is all my fault." Taylor whispered softly.
• "I am a scholarship student." I whispered back, trying to make her feel better.
• She stared at me, with her eyes opened.
• "You are not going to last here, Mary. This has always been happening. Every scholarship student doesn't last a month here."
• "They get tortured, tormented and the bullying is going to get worst. You won't be ever accepted."
• "The queen bees won't let you breathe and Hawk...." She drawled out, facepalming.
• "You don't want to mess with Hawk, he is evil, I get he's good-looking and yummy. But he is a monster in a sexy body." She rushed out.
• "I will survive, I will try to survive this. I just can't leave, Taylor." I replied.
• "I wish I could, but I can't." I added.
• "Hawk is worse than Jeremy, he is dark minded. I don't know how to explain this, but I think Hawk is fucked up in so many ways Mary. I've seen him bully people and it never ends well."
• "He is going to ruin you." She whispered the last part. The sound of the bell for the first period cut off our discussion.
• "We need to get to class." She whispered. I nodded my head, following her behind.
• Her words kept echoing in my head. 'He is going to ruin you'
• We joined the moving crowds, blending in with them.
• "What's on your timetable for first period?" Taylor asked, playing with her fingers.
• "Literature." I whispered back.
• "Oh, mine is History. But I will show you to your class. Follow me."
• I followed her quietly, I was still scared. It was like a monster would come out from nowhere to eat my brain or something.
• "Here you go," she said, pointing to a class with opened doors.
• "Be careful." She whispered, hurrying away.
• I inhaled a deep breath as I walked towards the class. Cool air from the air unit caressed my cheeks. My hands began to shake as all eyes focused on me as I stepped in.
• "What is that?" I heard a male voice ask.
• "Trash," someone else replied. I sank my teeth into my lips, trying to ignore the eyes that were burning holes into my body.
• "Scholarship student," someone called behind me.
• "There is a sit right here,"
• "Thank you," I muttered. I was about to turn around, but I landed face down. Loud laughter erupted, their taunts and laughter filled the air. I got up immediately, limping. It was like I just strained my knee. I felt like crying, I was so embarrassed.
• I looked down to find the cause of my fall, I wasn't sure if it was my untied shoe lace or the long legs of a boy smiling weirdly at me.
• "What a loser." Someone said out loud.
• "I know right," another person replied.
• I slouched my shoulders, playing with my fingers as I walked towards the two empty sits that was pointed to me. These empty sits were the only ones in the classroom, I didn't like the fact that it was at the back, neither do I like the fact that it was a joined sit, and it was meant for two, same with every other chair.
• One thing I noticed was that everyone kept quiet as I sat down. I was relieved they all kept quiet. I basked in the solitude for the time period. I placed my head on the table, shutting my eyes, shutting everything out, till I felt alone. I breathed a sigh of relief.
• A tap on my shoulder made me raise my head up, I raised my head up gently. I couldn't find who tapped me. But what I saw made me rub my eyes twice.
• I blinked my eyes repeatedly, trying to make sure I washed seeing things.
• "What the fuck are you doing in my seat?" He growled out, I couldn't find the right words to say. Staring into his dark eyes made the hair on my nape stand.
• He was closer now, I couldn't help but notice his red plump lips. His mouth was in a snarl. He was angry and I could imagine smoke coming out of his head.
• "I'm sorry," I whispered, looking around for help. But everyone pretended they were not watching, but they obviously knew this was going to happen. It was a planned work. They all knew I was going to be fucked up, that was why they wanted me on this seat.
• He suddenly grabbed me by my collar, pulling me out of his seat. His hands tightened around my neck, he held tightly on to it.
• "What did I tell you?" He asked, his eyes boring into mine, hot splashy tears trailed down my cheeks to his hands.
• "I am so sorry," I begged.
• "I made it clear to you, but seems like you don't heed to commands, I will definitely have to change that about you." He growled.
• "What is happening here?" A deep male voice boomerangs through the class, his hold on me relaxed and he stepped back.
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