As I slowly walked through my neighborhood, I wrapped my arms around my body..
I was on my way to school, refusing to take the bus because I didn't want to face him.
He didn't ride the bus, he drove. But if I rode the bus I wouldn't make it to school extra early and I wouldn't get the chance to avoid him in the hallways.
His locker was right next to mine. I knew he was often late to school and that he often didn't show. After all he was the school's, 'bad boy.' But ever since our incident, he had shown up every single day.
Most popular, biggest player, that guy that you didn't want to cross or you'd end up on his 's*hit list.'
Which was where I recently resided. Me, (y/n), the quietest, most reserved person at my high school.
How did that happen you ask? Well.... I was tir
