How Do You Love

Chapter 1

Maya's POV

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Oh how I wish I could take this alarm clock and throw it against a wall. Waking up every morning to the most annoying sound ever, it gives me PTSD just from thinking about the countless days hearing it. I guess that's life though, waking up every day in the same place, hearing the same thing over and over again.

Finally getting my lazy butt up and turning it off I realize it's Monday. Greattttt. What a perfect day of going to school and then coming home to hell.

"Maya, get your ass up!"

That ladies and gentlemen was my beautiful, warm, and caring mother. Not. Hearing her voice makes me remember all the countless nights coming home just to hear her cry and scream how my father left and how it was my fault. Even though to be honest, 11 year old's don't have the capability of crushing a 14 year old marriage like that.

Getting up actually after trying for the past 5 minutes, I put on my usual black hoodie with dark blue jeans or whatever color they are at this point. They're mostly just holes everywhere but I like it. Putting on my converses and putting my black hair into a messy bun was the extent of my "beauty transformation."

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The high school was about a 5 minute drive through the dumps with houses covered in trash and mold. Every house lining up to the magnificent school seemed off putting. Like they were trying to make the students feel better that they came from s**t holes. Some of them were luckily very well off with daddies money buying the school more supplies and donations to cater to their little babies. Imagine going to school where every teacher loves you just because your parents paid for everything.

Parking into my regular spot in the back I hop out just to see countless of couples kissing. Did you know that teenagers dating mostly ends in break ups, wow amazing, I know. It's not that hard to just focus on life and achieving something and not on sticking your tongue down someone's throat.

I never enjoyed school, it was just wasted time as school teaches you literally nothing. You don't understand taxes, you don't understand working together and worst of all they don't teach you how to kidnap every dog you see. What a terrible place to me.

Walking up the steps to this fake ass school was always in the back of my head as I follow along with all the other dazed students.

Seeing my locker come into view I realized that there was a note sticking to it.

"Should've killed yourself while you had the chance."

Wow, what sweet people we have here. Most people know of my attempts as they always begin the usual assembly about mental heath and the affects suicide has. It's weird, I thought people would be handing me flowers for getting them out of class but I guess not. I never understood people's trance on mentally ill people. Like your stares and murmurs aren't making you "edgy" you just look dumb. Everyone has something that makes them feel off and while others hide it some can't because they don't care anymore.

As the first bell rings I realize I am already late to class, perfect. Heading into physics hoping an angel from above would scoop me up and lay me next to a bottle of wine and cheeseburgers. But no, it was just wishful thinking as I had to sit down in my chair.

Hearing the door slam open my ears bout fell off due to the noise.

Who the hell does that? Like can't you just open the damn door without breaking it?

Here walks in Blake Ryder, the infamous rich bad boy who gets everything he wants. A supposed s*x good, a heartthrob, a man with a huge c**k.

Eh, I don't really see it, dark brown hair, greenish blue eyes, he got some muscle and pretty fit but I wouldn't say he was special. But of course who cares what I think because here comes Octavia fixing her shirt and hanging onto his arm like she was about to die if she wasn't attached to the hip. I would think they were a cute couple or whatever they were if they weren't so damn annoying.

As I pull my attention away from this horror show of after s*x in a school I pull out my phone to no notifications. *ikr I'm so popular ya'll are jealous*

My thoughts and senses are turned off until I hear the giggling behind me as I realize these two meatheads just sat behind me. Well, s**t.