Haley's POV

I look up at the entrance to my new school and, all I can think is how much I already hate it here. I haven't even walked in the door yet, and I already feel everyone staring at me. I reach the front office and am greeted by a woman probably in her mid-forties. 

"Hello how may I help you?" she says cheerfully

"Hi, I'm Haley Jacobs. Today is my first day here."

"Oh, yes. Hold on one second while I find your paperwork" she tells me. She then frowns at me. " We seem to have a slight problem. You signed your paperwork instead of your parents or legal guardian."

"Yes ma'am, that is because I have been emancipated. I submitted a copy of my legal document when I turned in my paperwork originally." I say nervously, hoping she won't ask me any question as to why I have been emancipated.

She then pulls out my file and starts going through all the paperwork. "Yes, I see. Sorry about the confusion. It's a rare thing to see one of these documents. Let me get your schedule, ID badge, and locker information" she says as she smiles at me.

I try to smile back, but honestly, I just can't anymore. I don't even remember when I last smiled. She hands me my schedule and I quickly scan through my classes. My heart sinks into my chest when I notice that my second-period class is Social Development.

Shit! I am trying to be invisible. Why would I want a class that makes you socializes?

"Excuse me. Ma'am do I have to take Social Development?"

"Yes. It is a required class for all twelfth graders." She says. This suck!

I walk out of the office to find my locker so I can put my stuff away. I then run to the restroom before going to my first-period class. I look in the mirror, and I don't recognize the person staring back at me anymore. There's no life in my eyes. No joy. No love. No anger. Nothing. There's not even pain anymore. Just an emotionless black abyss. I quickly look at what I am wearing. Skinny black Jeans and Linkin Park hoodies two sizes too big. I have a black tank top on underneath, but I no intentions of taking my hoodie off. My long brown hair is straight on my back. I didn't do anything special with it, because I no longer care.

I make my way to my period class, which is English. I mentally remind myself of the rules I have set for myself.

Stay invisible.
Trust no one.
Let no one know of my past
And last.... pray that he doesn't find me again.

I sigh, then walk inside the classroom. All eyes are on me, and I can feel the heat from them staring at me. As I look around the classroom, I notice that there are no desks. Instead, there are tables with six kids at each table.

Fuck. I really don't want to sit with other people.

The teacher standing at the front of the classroom looks at me and he introduces himself. " Hello! I am Mr. Johnson and you must be Ms. Jacobs"

"Yes," I reply quietly

"This school probably works a little different from your last school." He says with a smile. "We believe to become successful adults in the future, students must learn how to successfully work with others. Everything besides a few tests is done as groups at this school"

Fuck! Someone kill me now.

Mr. Johnson then tells me that I am at the corner table, middle seat, on the left. I look over at my spot and realize the entire table is empty. I feel relief seeing that I am all by myself.

Twenty minutes after class has started, the door swings open, and five guys or, Greek Gods should I say, walk in.

"How nice for you to finally grace us with your presence." Mr. Johnson says with an irritated tone to the five guys.

I quickly glance at the guys. God definitely spent extra time on them. To say that they were hot is an understatement, but they also seem to bring fear into the classroom. I turned back around in my seat and kept my head down. I didn't want to make eye contact with them. Please, please don't let them sit with me is all I could think.

Don't be stupid. Of course, they're going to sit with me. There are no other spots in the classroom.

I continue to stare at my book reading the chapters the teacher had assigned to us when they finally make it to the table. I'm guessing they hadn't noticed me when they first entered the classroom, but now I can feel the heat from their eyes all staring at me.

"Who are you and why are you sitting at our table?" Growled the guy who seemed to be the leader of the group.

I ignored him and continued to read my book. He then slams his fist onto the table. "I said who are you and why are you sitting here?" He growls even louder this time. Now everyone is staring at us.

So much for being invisible.

Without looking at him I say, "I am here because this is my assigned seat. Why else do you think I would be sitting here?"

Fuck... I said that with too much attitude. I must have a death wish.

"Watch how you talk to me." He says in a deadly tone. " Do you have any clue on who I am and what I can do to you? I am Blayne Macintosh. The school's bad boy. Guys are afraid of me and girls want me."

"I don't give a fuck who you are. You need to watch how you speak to me." I spat out. This time I look directly into his eyes. You can see the anger and hatred in his eyes. For a split second, there is something else, but as quickly as it appeared it was gone.

I'm suddenly brought back to reality when I notice his two friends sitting on either side of him are staring at me with complete shock. While the other two sitting next to me are laughing their asses off.

"Dude! I like this chick." Says the guy that's laughing on my left. "I'm Kyle."

The one on my right puts his arm around me, and I quickly jump from his touch. "I'm Dylan. So, babycakes, what's your name?"

"It's none of your business," I say as I quickly remove his arm from me.

"Aw, you are breaking my heart." He replies with a smirk on his face.

Why did he have to touch?

I feel a panic attack creeping up, but I start counting the tile on the ceiling to calm myself back down. Once I feel like the attempt for the panic attack has subsided, I start gathering my book and putting my stuff away before the bell rings. As I'm putting my stuff away, the guy sitting across from Kyle grabs my schedule and smirks.

"Well, Haley... it looks we are going to be spending a lot of time together." He says in a devilish tone.

"What do you mean?" I spat as I grab my schedule from him.

"We have all the same classes." He says while laughing.

"Fuck me!" I groaned silently but of course, Dylan still heard me.

"Sure baby, but wouldn't you rather get it on in the janitor's closet?" Dylan laughs wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'm Alex." Says the guy who had taken my schedule. " The guy sitting on the other side of Blayne is Jared."

I pull my hoodie over my head to try and get away wishing the ground would swallow me whole. I do not want to be stuck with these boys.

**The Bell Rings**

The moment the bell rings I try running out of the classroom, but not before Dylan grabs my arm. "Come on baby, we'll show you to our next class. I'm a great tour guide." He winks.

He's talking to me, but I don't hear a word. Him grabbing my arm makes my fear rise, and I feel the anxiety and the panic building up in me. The room is now spinning, and I feel sick.

"I. I. Need to go t-to the re-restroom." I stuttered.

I run to my locker throwing my books inside it and grabbing the small blade that I keep in my compact mirror. I then head straight to the restroom. Once I get in there I burst into tears as I feel a second wave of panic wash over me. I raise up the sleeve on my hoodie and grab my blade making a small slice on my arm. I watch as my blood drips on the floor and I count each drop as it falls. I'm finally feeling calm again. The cut is not deep enough to kill me. I'm not suicidal. My life is precious, and I won't give up that easily. But the pain I get from cutting makes me feel human again. It makes me feel so much better. But I'm also ashamed of myself for cutting again, despite the release it gives me. It's been a little over six months since I last cut myself, and I thought I had completely gotten away from it. But when that guy grabbed me it brought up too many memories that I've kept locked away in my head.