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ᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴍʙᴏʏ
After The First Date
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The contemptuous 12 days of Christmas holidays finally come to an end and high school is once again opened for bullying people. The most hateful place I've ever been to.
I go with my everyday style, a simple military-design puffer jacket in which I always pull the hood over my short hair to hide my face.

In school I was no longer allowed at any damn table. Everyone either sprint away from me or grinned selfishly at me. Even the cafeteria woman frowned whenever she saw me, as if she got any goods on her self or her cooking.
I had to sit in the old and decayed table at the corner where under it was sprinkled with colorful gums. I didn't care anyways, I was always lonely. I'm used to it.

I lean my heads weight on my hands and watch as I swirl the spoon in the food hopelessly. The same thing I do everyday. I take a glance at the head table, happy girls laughing and flirting at the same time with there guy friends, for once please stop obviously trying to catch that guys attention.

"That salad of yours will taste like heaven with sauce" a girl pops up in front of me. I drop my spoon before she takes my milk box and starts drinking it. She had black hair with blue curls at the end. She wore all black dresses and stared right into my eyeballs.

"Go away, freak" I continue to play with my food. The corner of her mouth raises as she watches me constantly move my spoon around.

"What's with the attitude?" She adds as she watches.

"Nothing related to you" I answer back.

"Now, Now, I'm not a person you want to give comebacks at" her bored expression changes into a playful one.

"What do you want? As long as I remember I wasn't someone that could bring profits to anyone" I let go of my spoon.

"Heard you killed your boyfriend" she changes the subject. My shoulders get scrunched up as I remember everything and turn away my glance to the left. "I didn't kill him" I defend.

"The gossip queen doesn't say so" she gestures to the table across the cafeteria. Six girls were sitting at a table gossiping about whoever passed by.

"Yeah you guessed right, clap for me, clap. Bella Blake is that queen bee you don't wanna mess with" she snickers.

"She's anything from not daring to mess with, she's just some obnoxious idiot that is hard to deal with" I pour my anger into my words as I remember the day she and her mom came to our house.

"Hey there, Tomboy, chill. I'm just here to help you put out the fire that Bella set" she raises her both hands in peace. I scowl at her then gesture for her to continue. She giggles.

"There's this girl, Tiffany, she's quite the pretty girl BUT, there's a evil face behind every pretty little mask" she twirls her curls around her long finger.

Tiffany, that familiar name. For a few moments I stretch my mind to remember her. She's Logan's Ex, My mind flashes memories of her. She was short, I guess. She had a pretty face that I would even fall for, more likely get tricked by than fall. She had dark brown hair and plump lips which god knows how many guys she kissed with those lips, her personality was enough to be planning an evil seducing, just like how he did to Logan.
In the end she cheated on him with countless guys and blamed Logan. And even faked a scar on her hand.

"She was Bennett's Ex before you even entered his life" she continues. My fork drops from my hand and on to the floor. How can Bennett date a girl like her?

"Shocked? I have more things in store for you, you just have to do me favors in return. Easy, right?" She lays back on the chair and gives me a professional expression.

I stand up from my table, catching stares from a few people. Without paying attention to that girls startled look I storm off. I aim for the schools beat up bathroom. The place Bennett died. I immediately go for the last one and sit on it before I take out the terrible sandwich Logan made for me. He has no future in cooking, I'd have to say.
A feeling of serenity fills up the area. as soon as I  take a bite loud footsteps bang against the hard ceramic floor. No, it wasn't 'Footsteps', it was footstep. Someone was coming here, probably an urge to go the bathroom.

"Evans! Evans! Where are you!" A boy exclaims.