I sighed as I slowly sat down in my seat.

I got a new bruise on my leg last night because Johns dinner wasn't warm enough by the time he sat down to eat it.

I now call him John, he most definitely lost the name "Dad" a long time ago.

I grabbed my headphones out of the pocket of my jeans, stuffing them in my ears as students start piling into first period, finding their seats.

I started the music quietly humming along as Mr. Henderson started the lesson.

I sighed and leaned back into my seat, closing my eyes. It's going to be a long morning.

Minuets pasts by slowly as he went on and on about Shakespeare and Romeo and Juliet.

I honestly don't think their love story was even that epic...I get lost in my thoughts, not listening to whatever else he was saying.

"Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence this morning." Mr. Anderson voice snapped my out of my daze. "Find a seat."

I looked up to see Cayden walking towards the seat to 2 spaces away from me.

Wait what?

What the fuck is Cayden doing in here? He's not even in this class.

Ever since the little incident after detention with him 2 days ago, I have avoided any kind of contact with him.

I take the other hall to class to avoid walking past him.

I snapped my head towards him, I could see him peering at me from the corner of his eye, but he pretended not to notice my gaze.

I shook my head, deciding not think much of it. Sinking bank into my seat I mouthed the words to Party in the U.S.A by Miley Cyrus.

I could feel Cayden staring at me every so often.

I breathed out in relief as the bell rang.

Stuffing my phone is my pocket, grabbing my bag and speeding out of the room before Cayden could say anything to me.

I don't know what he thought about the whole thing. Or why he even cared when he saw the dude push my into the locker. Or why he was so curious about the bruise on my stomach.

I shook my head and walked to 2nd period, math. I actually really like math. And no it's not because 'it's the same in every country'. I just like numbers.

"Good morning Mrs. Michaels," I gave her a warm smile. She's my favorite teacher. And I'm her favorite student.

I think she likes me because I'm the only one who actually pays attention to her class and actually scores higher then a 50% on the tests.

"Good morning Isabel." She smiled back.

I took my usual seat in the 2nd row, sitting slowly to avoid contact with the baseball size bruise of my thigh.

He had pushed me down then stomped on my leg.

I pulled out my notebook, getting ready to take notes.

I laid my head down on the desks waiting for the rest of the students, so she could start the lesson.

"Mrs. Michaels." His deep voice greeted.

My head snapped up.

What the actual fuck.

He looked over at me and our eyes locked gazes. He ocean blue eyes boring into mine.

Neither of us looking away as he started walking towards me and taking the seat next to me.

"Okay class, let's get started." Mrs. Michaels voice had me turning to the board.

I tried to listen to what she was saying, but what the hell is he doing in both my classes.

The whole year he has not been in either of my classes.

I looked over at him. "Hey," I whispered.

He acted as if he didn't hear me. "Hey," I said aloud poking him with my pencil.

"What?" He looked back at me.

I hadn't really seen him up close until now. It kinda took my breath away. KINDA.

His sharp jawline, deep blue eyes, the light freckles around his nose.

"What are you doing here, your not in the class. Or the last one either." I spit out, glancing back at the teacher to make sure she's not paying attention to me talking.

"Oh yeah," he chuckled. Chuckled. What the fuck. Why is he chuckling.

He reached into his backpack pulling out a piece of paper handing it to me.

I look at it questionly, then at him.

He gave a slight nod at the paper telling me to look at it as he turned back towards the board.

I opened the folded paper, my eyes growing wide.

It's my Exact. Same. Schedule.

"What the fuck." I said aloud.

My head snapped up to see if anyone heard me. No one spared me a glance.

Except, Cayden.

"Why does this look exactly the same as mine?" I spoke to him accusingly.

He looked at me amused. "Oh, you mean we have other classes together too?" He didn't flinch. He's playing innocent.

I slammed the paper back down on his desk. But quietly, so I don't draw attention.

I move my arm away slowly but his hand stopping my arm from moving.

"What happened to your arm?"

My breath got caught in my throat.

I had made the mistake of taking off my jacket a few minutes ago because I was burning up.

My arm has bruising all over it, last night John pushed me down and stomped all over me like the elephant he is.

I ripped my arm away from his grasp, quickly pulling my jacket back on.

"Nothing." I breathed out.

He eyed me suspiciously. And again there was something in his eyes, I just couldn't pinpoint.

His eyes burning burning holes into me.

I could feel his gaze still on my as I turned the other way, so I wasn't facing him.

It was making me uncomfortable, I started squirming around in my seat.

My breath quickened.

My palms were getting sweating.

I could feel his stern gazing burning my back. I started breathing harder. Panicking.

Fear started clouding my mind, judgement.

I need to get out.

I raised my shaky hand. "Mrs. Michaels can I please go to the restroom." I rushed out. My words were shaky.

Trying to not drag attention to myself I tried to still my breathing, make it sound even. But it wasn't working.

She must of seen the uneasiness in me because she quickly nodded her head.

I rushed out of the classroom, not sparing Cayden a second look, running to the bathroom.

My heart beating a million times a minute.

I leaned against the wall, breathing in and out. In and out. In and out.

I closed my eyes sinking down the to bathroom floor.

I could feel my heart rate going back to normal and my breathing steady again.

Panic attacks. I started getting them 4 months after my mom left.

It was the first time my dad had hit me. The next day at school I had one.

No one really knows about them I was always pretty good at hiding them.

I always try not to draw any attention to myself.

I stood up ready to walk back to class and over course right on cue Mandy walks in. Great.

"Well well well, If it isn't little belle" her insanely high pitched voice rang.

"Not today Mandy-"

"Shut up bitch, I saw Cayden looking at you today, don't know what he sees in a little ugly rat like you." She smirked, as if proud of her little insult.

My heart sped up at his name. I don't know why though. I can't stand him.

"I said. Not. Today." I spit out moving to walk past her.

"Ooh someones feisty today." She walked closer to me.

I'm really not in the mood for her shit today.

I rolled my eyes and stomped past her. My shoulder pushed against hers.

I walked back to math class as the bell rang, kids piling into the halls.

I squeezed through everyone opening the door to the empty classroom.

"Isabel dear, are you alright you looked pretty flushed earlier." Mrs. Michaels said as I picked up my book bag slinging it across my shoulder.

"Oh yeah of course, I just...wasn't feeling very well. I'll uh see you tomorrow." I gave her a quick smile, rushing out of the class.

I walked to my locker punching in the combination, putting those books away and grabbing my other ones, slamming it shut.

I leaned my head against the locker.

I breathed out.

Lord help me get through the rest of this day.

Sorry sorry sorry!! I know this is probably crap, and it's so short. I was writing for what felt like forever and it's only like 14 pages 😕. But I'm so sorry I've been so busy, and I was rushing, but I will try to update ASAP