The Player Stopped Me From Jumping

Chapter One: Just Leave Me Alone.

Grace"s P.O.V

"Have a great day sweetheart." My mom says, leaning over to kiss my forehead. I smile at her before getting out of her car, the rain droplets starting to hit my head. I breathe out a heavy sigh and begin to walk towards the building.

Before you ask, I"ll just introduce myself. My name is Grace Leigh Parkinson and I"m not your usual seventeen year old school student - well, according to many people. You see, instead of having the basic brown, blonde, or black hair, my hair is a dark purple colour. Instead of applying makeup like every teenager nowadays, I put in my nose and lip piercings. Instead of wearing nice dresses and jeans to school, I wear my usual baggy pants and my large jumper. Oh, and I"m not one of those girls who just don"t care about school because I actually do. The only problem is that the people who bully other people just don"t get that bullying is a crime.

You see, for the past five years that I have attended this school, from day one, I have been bullied by at least half of this school"s population. Don"t ask why because I don"t know either. It may be my piercings, or the fact that I have no friends, but either way, I still have no clue. Why don"t I have any friends? Well, the first and only friend I had got dragged into my problems, and started to get hit by everyone else too, and that"s when she told me she didn"t want to be friends anymore. I don"t blame her though. Ever since then, no one has wanted to be friends, or even be seen talking to me. It hurts me to know that I have no one to share my thoughts with, and to talk to about boys, school, and life. It just makes me feel more alone to not have any friends at all. The only person who does talk to me is usually the principle, and the school nurse, that"s it.

 I can"t even talk to my mom about anything either because she is dealing with her own problems right now. Since she has lung cancer from my father"s smoke that she accidentally inhales, I don"t bother to talk to her about things that happen in school. She is fighting her own battles, and hopefully she wins because if I lose her, I will not know what to do. You see, my mom and I are inseparable. We always hang out when we can, and we are always in the same room as each other, except for when it"s time for bed. I think it"s because we look alike that we are very close, or it"s just the fact that I am an only child. You might be thinking that since my mom and I are close, why don"t I tell her about how I get bullied at school? Well, like I said before, she is dealing with her own problems and after she gets through them, I will tell her everything.

The voice of a person in front of me gets me out of my thoughts and I look up at the girl. "Excuse me, you"re in my way." The girl snaps angrily and I look around me to see that I am standing in the middle of the hallway with my books clutched to my chest. I apologize quietly, and move to the side but suddenly, I bump into someone who had been standing beside me the whole time.

Oh, God.

At this moment, I know that she has planned this.

"Ew, you just touched me!" The girl who I bumped into, squeals, and I quickly apologize and try to move but the students have now blocked me from making my escape. A crowd surrounds me ,and the two girls, and I feel my heart clench when I see Nicole.

Remember how I said that I once had a friend who left me because she was getting hurt too? Well, this is Nicole, the girl who left me and became one of the popular kids in the school. She is also apart of the cheerleading team, and according to some of the students, she runs the school now.

"Hello Grace," Nicole says, a sick look in her eyes. Before I can speak, I am kicked to the ground by Nicole and my head hits the lockers, making me wince in pain. I watch as the three girls stand over me, all of them glaring as they look at my thing and fragile figure.

"When I first met you Grace, I thought you were a strong and independent girl but I guess I was wrong." Nicole says and the girl to her left kicks me in the stomach with her heel. If you think the word "kills" describes the pain of her heel that basically jabbed me in the stomach, your wrong. The pain is excruciating!

"P-Please..." I manage to say but this just makes the girl who kicked me before, kick me again and I let out a groan, my hands clutching my stomach. Nicole smirks and crouches down to my level and looks into my green eyes while I stare into her blue ones.

"Your just a little girl like everyone said you were." Nicole says, her tone low but venomous. As Nicole stands up, the girl on her right, kicks me in the stomach sending me breathless.

All the students walk away as the bell rings and I groan, trying to sit up. I let out a small sigh when I rest my back against the locker, my head hanging.

"Would you like some help?" I hear someone say and I look up to see someone who is never thought would be in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice coming out husky. I narrow my eyes at Luke and let out a cough when I feel something tickle my throat. Luke crouches down and furrows his eyebrows at me.

"Trying to help. What does it look like?" Luke asks and I stretch out my leg to try and kick Luke away but I fail. I let out a sigh and look at my hands which are holding my stomach.

Okay, in a few sentences, Luke is the player of the school. The usual blonde hair and striking blue eyes and the face of a model. He is known for sleeping with girls and breaking their hearts the next day for his own fun. Everyone says he is trouble but to me, he is just a pig.

 "It looks like your trying to either get yourself into trouble or trying to trick me." I mumble and Luke raises his eyebrow.

"Trick you?"

"Yeah, like, you offer me a hand and when I go to take it, you pull away and run off laughing." I explain and Luke chuckles. He holds out a hand and smiles at me.

"I won"t do that." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Just leave me alone." I say and Luke shakes his head.

"I"m going to take you to the nurse." Luke says and I look at him for a few seconds, trying to answer the question that is circling my mind and I let out a sigh and grab his hand, allowing him to help me up.

"Ow!" I groan and Luke wraps an arm around my waist and makes me wrap my arm around his shoulders. As we start to walk to the nurse"s office, I can"t help but ask myself:

Am I dreaming?

My heart begins to flutter as I realise that I am not dreaming and someone actually came up to me, offered to help me and is now talking me to the nurse"s office.

Am I happy? More like ecstatic.

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