Escape from breaking

Chapter 2

Ugh. This class is boring.

I have been sitting in this class for the past hour listening to our chemistry teacher, mister Clyde ramble on and on about the uses of elements in the periodic table.

I know by now you think I'm not too fond of chemistry. You're mistaken there, buddy. I f*****g love it.

My chemistry grade is perfect, and I feel like he is repeating what he thought last semester because I know everything he is saying.

I zoned out of class while I started writing a poem. There was a slight knock at the door.

Mr. Clyde opened the door, and someone walked in.

Woah. Was he cute? Cute is an understatement. He was hot. Murmurs and whispers filled the room as girls started fangirling.

Oh my God. He is so hot.

Those muscles.

Fuck me, daddy.

What the f**k? Did someone say that?

They are horny bitches who need to calm their damn hormones.

Mr Clyde's nostrils flared in anger as he glared at the class.

"Just shut up, class." he glared at us.

"Can you please introduce yourself?" He told the hot guy.

"I am Emmanuel Anderson." A thick velvet voice answered.

Oh gosh. Did I forget to comment on his accent?

I turned to my left only to see max drooling. I smacked his head upside down. This i***t can't even hide the fact that he is gay. I thought he was in love with Jake, but I am now rethinking it.

He blushed in embarrassment for being caught. Oh God, was it adorable? I wanted to make fun of him when he turned to me.

"What the f**k, April? Was that even necessary?"

Max muttered, embarrassed.

Mr. Clyde motioned for Andy to sit beside me while Jake was beside max. I was now in between Max and Hot stuff.

Oh my God. Did I call him that? I think I am getting affected by the hits thrown on my head by Dave.

The lecture then went on smoothly from then. It was a three-hour lecture, and thank God it did not get more boring.

I caught Andy several times stealing glances at me, and I ignored it.

His stare seemed like it could read me like a book.

It felt like he knew my hidden secrets.

"Do you know it's rude to stare?" I mumbled.

This brought a smirk to his lips.

"What is your name, pretty?" That nickname, in addition to his voice, brought butterflies to my

stomach.

I wonder what I am feeling right now and how my body reacts. My heart raced a thousand miles when I felt his eyes on me.

"April," I answered confidently, but my voice came out as a whisper.

"what? I did not catch your name."

"April," I think I shouted because everyone turned to me.

I felt embarrassed and wished the ground had just opened and swallowed me up.

Lila glared at me. If looks could kill, I could be dead right now.

Lila is this b***h who feels like she owns the school. She is rich and wants everyone to follow her and be her minions.

If you get on her wrong side, she will make you regret it.

I guess I just sat beside a hot guy and told him my name, and she already hated me.

The class soon ended, and we got up to leave. I delayed a little bit because my body was not feeling too well and let max and Jake go first. I thought Andy would go too, but he remained in his seat, staring at the students.

I guess I'll be the one leaving first and not him. I am lucky today that I only had one class and music practice.

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I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that is real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

What have I become?

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

I sang the song feeling it describe me. It came from the deepest part of my soul after I learned the lyrics. The way I played the piano blended well with the song.

"Wow, you have such a lovely voice. But the song? It's soo sad. It almost made me shed a tear." I was startled by the voice since I was alone in the music room.

Guess who it belonged to? Emmanuel freaking Anderson.

I never intended for anyone to hear my song, but he just did.

Do you know what I saw on his face? Pity. I wouldn't say I like that pitiful look in someone's eyes.

I turned around and left the room. Not before he grabbed my hand, turning me around. He looked into my eyes,

"If you want someone to talk to, here is my card." He handed me the black card in his hand.

"I don't want your pity. f**k off."

I then ran out of the school gates, but as soon as I took a few steps, I felt water on my cheek. I looked at the sky and discovered it was about to rain. The weather had already turned chilly, and I could not think of returning to school because I had only one hour before Dave came back from wherever he was.

I tried walking faster, but my ribs hurt. I could not even run. I was halfway when the rain started pouring down on me. The rain was hard and cold on the bruises covering every part of my body. I held my hoodie tightly to retain warmth, but it was no use because it was already soaking wet.

The wind was blowing hard, and the rain, too, was falling hard as time passed.

And then, out of nowhere, a car hit a puddle and splashed water all over me.

I stood there in shock, and my heart raced.

This is where I should scream because I could easily be kidnapped, but I did not have the strength for anything. I could not put up a fight if this was a kidnapper, and that made me batshit scared.

A kidnap is better than Dave's wrath. Right?