Chapter One

                                    

                                          
 "Get up idiot. I'm leaving in 5 minutes. With or without you"  I open my eyes to Jackson kicking the leg of my bed. He leaves after he sees I'm awake, leaving my room smelling like pot. I get up and throw on whatever clothes I see on my floor. I don't care how I look. I look like shit either way and the whole world knows it. Jackson gives me 5 minutes to get ready but I try to get out in a minute before dad wakes up. I throw on an old Blink 182 sweatshirt and quickly slip some blue jeans on. I grab my backpack, throw it on my shoulder, slide on my black Vans and sprint out the door. I stand next to Jackson's car and wait for him, just like I do everyday. He finally walks outside swinging his keys around. When he walks passed me to get to the drivers side I can smell the cigarette he just smoked. We both jump in the car, which smells like a mixture of body odor and booze. He usually sits in the car when he drinks so dad can't get to him. Jackson plays his Spotify on max volume and starts driving. I look at my phone and scroll on Instagram, just like I always do. I have to use a fake name online so nobody from school can find me. I scroll through Lexy Hests pictures. She was my best friend since 5 th grade. Then after my mom died, so did our friendship. She blocked me on all social media and moved away. On my new account she doesn't know who I am so she can't block me. She's a teen model now. She is so gorgeous. I'm glad that she is happy. I just wish she didn't leave me alone. Everybody liked her so when she was best friends with me, everybody liked me too. After she left, people realized how lame I was and no body likes me anymore. Jackson pulls into the school parking lot and parks in his spot. I watch him as he pulls out a cigarette from his pocket. That's my cue to leave. I get out of the car. I put my hood up and my head down, just like everyday. I slip in my earbuds but when I try to play Spotify my data turns off. "Shit" I whisper. Dad probably didn't pay the bill. "He's gonna kill me." I say as I start walking towards the school. I shove my way through the hallway and manage to make it to my locker. The assholes at the school find it funny to write things on my locker, such as, "Rose sucks on toes" or "eat my dick". I've gotten detention twice because teachers see the writings and assume I would write that on there. I quickly turn my lock to the 16, then 8, and then 1 and open my locker. I grab my calculus book, slam my locker, and rush to class. Everything in my life is fast paced. I must be quick because the longer I stand still in one spot, the bigger of a target I become. I sit in my seat and look down at my phone. Still no connection. I throw it in my bag and then someone taps me on the shoulder. I ignore it at first because people have thrown food at me when I turned around. After the forth tap I finally turn my head just enough to see who's behind me. Travis Dean. Best friends with George West. Also known as the biggest dick in school. Travis has never caused problems with me, let alone talked to me actually. I stare at him waiting for him to say something. After about 5 seconds he does. " you're Rose, right?" I turn my head forward again and bury my head into my arms. "I'm just asking a question. Lexy told me about you." I put my head up and face forward still. "What did you just say?" I ask him. "Uh Lexy told me about you. She was giving me relationship advice and she said you were my type." I look back at Travis and say "well she's wrong." I put my head back down and the bell rings. Travis sighs and sits down two seats to my right. As Mrs. Davenport is teaching I keep seeing Travis look over at me. I act like I don't notice and continue taking notes on the lesson. We are told to solve an equation that is written on the board.  I reach in my bag to get my calculator and it's not where it always is. I check every pocket and it isn't there. I raise my hand and ask if I can go to my locket to check for my calculator. As usual on my locker, there's some new words "nobody fucking likes you" in the same handwriting as Ashlyn Henderson. Also known as the biggest bitch in school who is also known as George West's girlfriend. A couple from hell. I open my locker and search through my books. I already know it's not in there. It was in my bag when I went into class. Somebody is probably messing with me. I slam my locker shut and go back to class. When I walk back in, my calculator is sitting on my desk. I look around but everybody is working. I sit down and look at the calculator, written on it was "I think you are my type meet me at 6 at Kentwell park" I look up and Travis is staring at me. He smiles at me and I roll my eyes. I clear the calculator and start working on the equation. After school, I wait for Jackson by his car. He finally walks over and jumps in the car. He blares his music and speeds down the road. When we get home I see dads car in the driveway. "Why is he here? Why the fuck is he home?" Is all I can think to myself.