Anger

I heard knocking for the 3rd time.

"Mom! I said I want to be alone right now" I yelled.

The door started opening and I was about to yell again, when I saw Blossom appear.

"Hey" she said calmly.

Oh god..

I probably looked like hell right now..

"Hey" I said with no emotion.

"What's going on, Lilleth? Jake

showed me your text, you sent him yesterday and I knew something was up"

I sighed, exhausted from all the crying.

"Just please leave me alone, Blossom"

I lied back down against my pillows, pulling the covers over my head.

I heard a sigh and I was hoping she was leaving.

Then I felt the bed dip as she sat down next to me. She pulled the covers off my face and she stroked my hair.

"Taylor?" She asked.

Without my knowledge, another tear escaped my eye.

She leaned down to hug me.

"It's gonna be okay, Lilleth. It's gonna be okay"

I started sobbing harder

"I do have something to tell you though" She said wearily.

I lifted my head up to look at her.

"What?" I asked.

"I may or may not have told Carter and Jake"

"Blossom!"

"I'm sorry. They noticed you've been acting different and I didn't know how to lie to them"

Damn it! Blossom...

"You can't do shit like that" I slightly raised my voice.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me. You know they won't tell anyone"

I sighed. I knew it was true.

"It's fine" I said.

"Ok. 'Cause they're sort of here"

"What?"

"Carter and Jake are waiting in the living room. I wanted to hold off on them coming in until I told you that they know"

My whole life is just going to shit...

"Okay. Bring them in" I sighed.

As soon as they came back, I was attacked with hugs. Carter jumped on the bed, successfully squishing me. Jake, being the more calm one,  sat down and hugged me.

And I found myself grateful to have the friends I did.

"Tell us what happened, Lil" Carter said as he rubbed my back.

I proceeded to tell them the whole story, from the time it started to yesterday.

"I'm so sorry, Lilleth" Jake exclaimed.

They all gave me another hug and I cried some more. But they helped me calm down and they stayed the rest of the day in bed with me, watching movies.

They helped take my mind off of it.

For now...

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I woke up as the bell rung and people staring heading to 7th period.

Oh shit..

Did I sleep the whole time?

I looked up at the teacher who at the moment was talking with a

student. I got up as quickly as I could and fast walked out of there before the teacher could yell at me.

I felt sickness in me at the thought of seeing her today.

Someone just shoot me...

I was a few feet away from her classroom when the thought hit me that I should just ditch her class.

I turned around to start heading home but just as my luck would have it, the principle was standing by the entrance of the school, making sure students were getting to class..

Why is it always me?…

I sighed and started walking towards her classroom again.

She was sitting there at her desk, looking beautiful as ever. She had her hair up with a few loose curls framing her face. Black skinny jeans and a American Eagle sweatshirt on.

I was mad, angry, hurt, and all of the above, but when I looked at her, none of it mattered. She had the ability to do that to me. She had that power to hold over me and I hated it.

I don't know how I was gonna get through this..

I took my seat at the front of the class and started to doodle on my notebook.

I noticed she hadn't looked at me once since class started and I started to feel the anger rise up again. It wasn't fair how she could just pretend like nothing happend. Like I was dirt at the bottom of her shoes. I was nothing to her, just a good fuck.

But I had to sit here and feel everything..

"All right, class. There is a video uploaded to Google Classroom. I want you to watch it and then fill out an answer sheet afterwards. Any questions?"

Nobody raised their hands and all was silent.

"All right. Get to work"

Her voice sounded raspy, like she had been crying, but why would she cry if she didn't care.

Did she care? No. If you truly cared you couldn't treat someone like dirt. No way.

I wish I could just stop thinking about her, she obviously stopped thinking about me.

I glanced at the clock on my Chromebook. I had been sitting here for 20 minutes and I hadn't done a single thing.

Ughh! I need to get out of here.

I raised my hand, wondering if she could actually ignore me in the classroom.

She looked at me, looking a little surprised that I was attempting to talk to her.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I need to use the restroom" I replied curtly.

"Go ahead" she replied quickly.

Brushing me off.

Wow..

I got up loudly, not really caring if I distirbed the class or not.

God.. she really does bring the child out in me...

On my way to the bathroom, a group of douchebags were being douchebags in the hallway.

Idiots...

"Dude, no way. She would so not go for you" Thing 1 said.

"Yeah she would" Thing 2 replied.

Just ignore them.. they won't bother you...

I really don't feel like kicking someones ass right now...

"Whatever.. I just wanna fuck Roper, show her what a real man is like"

I froze in my tracks.

OH. HELL. NO.

Before I knew what I was doing I turned around to face these idiots.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

I didn't even recognize my voice. It dripped with venom.

Their laughter faded to a soft chuckle.

"Huh?" Thing 1 asked me, confused to why I was talking to him.

"I asked you, what the fuck did you say?" I repeated.

"What's it to you?" He replied smugly.

"Show some respect. She's a woman, not a sex object" I said calmly. More calm than I felt, that's for sure.

That's when they really pissed me off, was when they started laughing.

"Look. She's a strict little bitch, who needs a good fucking. Why don't you mind your own buisiness"

Let me just tell you, I've never felt so much rage in my entire life. I wanted to punch the smugness off of his little bitch ass face.

As soon as I heard the word bitch leave his lips, I knew it was too late. His bitch ass didn't stand a chance.

I couldn't decide what was more satisfying. Hearing the sound his jaw made when I connected my fist with it, or the sound he made when his face met the floor.

Let's see that smugness now, asshole.

I looked at the punk beside him, who now looked afraid of me. I made a move towards him which made him run the other direction, leaving his buddy behind.

I laughed.

I turned around and started walking towards Roper's when I felt an arm grip mine.

I was quickly spun around and before I could react, I felt severe pain in my nose.

Fucker puched me, with I assume to be all of his might.

Not gonna lie..

That fucking hurt..

I felt the trail of red liquid pool down my face, as I stared at him.

"Try and punch me again, bitch" he said with confidence.

I smiled despite the sharp pain that ran through my nose.

"Oh I know I can, but I'm not going to" I said with a bit of smugness of my own.

He looked me confused, as I smiled.

Before he could react, I brought my foot up and with all of my strength, kicked him in his precious spot.

He fell to the ground cupping himself as he groaned in pain.

And I was about to kick him again when I felt a pair of hands wrap around me, pulling me back.

"Lilleth!"

It was Roper.

She turned me around to face her.

"What the hell is wrong with you" she exclaimed.

"I have nothing to say to you" I said angrily.

She looked like she was about to say something before she looked at Douchbag on the floor.

"Get up, Andrew. You and her are going to the office with me" she said, irritably.

Damn it...

Im in deep shit...

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"A months detention" was principle Stevens final answer.

"What?" I asked loudly.

"You heard me. For you and for Andrew. This school has no tolerance for violence... Now, Andrew. I am definitely not putting you in the same detention as Lilleth, so you will be serving with Mr. Masterson. Lilleth, you will be with Mrs. Roper. Are we clear?" He finished in a bored tone.

You have to be fucking kidding me...

"Uhhh. Actually, can I serve my detention with someone else, please?" I pleaded.

"Is there a problem with Mrs. Roper" he asked, showing his authority.

Bitch.. yes, but I can't tell you...

I sighed in defeat.

"No"

"Great. Detention starting today after school" he dismissed us.

Sometime during the meeting with Principle. Idiot, the bell rung. So I headed towards Roper's for my hour detention.

As I sat down at a desk, Roper looked at me confusingly.

"I'm your detention supervisor?" She asked.

I nodded my head, getting my headphones ready to block out the world.

"What happened?"

I sighed, just wanting this day to be over.

"Look. I already explained the situation to the principle. I don't feel like repeating myself" I said coldly.

She sighed heavily.

"I just want to know what happend, Lily"

That angered me.

"Don't. Do not call me Lily" I said quickly.

I felt bad when I saw a little hurt in her eyes as I said this but she wanted this, it's not my fault.

I sighed in defeat for the second time this day.

"Fine. I was walking to the bathroom when I saw Andrew and a buddy of his hanging out in the hallway. I was going to ignore them and be on my way, but I couldn't help but eavesdrop. Him and his douchebag of a friend were saying not so appropriate things about you. That's when I confronted him and you know the rest" I explained.

She rose her eyebrows as I finished explaining, but it didn't seem to surprise her when I told her that they were talking about her. I mean, she was probably talked about a lot, givin' how hot she was, but I felt bad for her.

After a few moments she looked into my eyes.

"Thank you"

Out of all the things she could have said, I didn't expect her to say that. I thought she was going to yell at me and chew me out, but not thank me.

Even though I didn't want to, I smiled a bit. It felt good to have her thank me.

"Your welcome"

After that me and her fell into a silence and I left that classroom feeling a little better than I was when I walked in, but it didn't change anything.

She still broke my heart and left me alone. I couldn't forget that. But I had to move on. She had a husband and a life and I obviously can't be a part of it.

So I guess it's just time to let go...