LOGINMELISSA'S POINT OF VIEW.
# $ $ I stood in front of his locker like it meant something, I wanted to clear somethings up. I wanted to hear from him, what was going on between him and the scarf girl. I was so angry in a way that I wanted to punch the stupid locker that was near me. I was angry because he was the spotlight of attention even thou nobody put it on him. I hated the fact that girls would throw themselvesARK'S POINT OF VIEW CONTINUED... The last few minutes of class ticked by with unbearable slowness, each second dragging behind the next like a bad dream I couldn't wake up from. My pencil trembled in my grip as I filled in answers I wouldn't remember later. The air was too still, and even though I sat near the window, I could feel the heat of Jade's presence next to me like the sun itself had shifted indoors and decided to settle besides me. Students sprang from their seats, chairs scraping, voices rising in the usual chaotic rush. And that's when I started to noticed that the school bell is broken, students surely knew the time to go home. I stayed seated, waiting for the noise to thin, the hallway to quiet. I didn't want to bump into Melissa. Or Tasha. Or Charlotte. Or anyone who looked at me like I was a mistake that needed correcting. Slowly, I stood, grabbing my bag with a wince. The ache in my s
$ # ARK'S POINT OF VIEW. # $ $ I woke to the throb. It pulsed through my stomach like something alive, a slow, punishing reminder that Melissa's fists weren't some nightmare I could shake off. I lay there for a while, curled slightly on my side, trying to breathe past the ache. Every shallow inhale tugged against a knot in my abdomen. The ceiling above me was still dark with early morning, and the silence was thick, a kind of hush that dared me to cry. But I didn't. I peeled the blanket away slowly, stiff from the bruises forming along my ribs. Each movement was cautious, like lifting a body not entirely mine. I didn't need a mirror to know my face was a mess. I could feel the heat swelling near my cheekbone, the dull ache when I blinked too hard. I sat up. Then paused. I wouldn't let this
MELISSA'S POINT OF VIEW. # $ $ I stood in front of his locker like it meant something, I wanted to clear somethings up. I wanted to hear from him, what was going on between him and the scarf girl. I was so angry in a way that I wanted to punch the stupid locker that was near me. I was angry because he was the spotlight of attention even thou nobody put it on him. I hated the fact that girls would throw themselves at him. But now it was a mixture of emotions, anger and hate, because it seem like the scarf girl got Jades attention without even trying. And I hated that. Jade was suppose to only give me attention. I always knew that Jade had been difficult. I knew he was like a sharp edge with warning signs, and I never expected to change him. But lately... lately, it was like I didnt even exist. He hadn't looked at me since she showed up. Her- th
THIS CONTENT DOESN'T ENCOURAGE BULLY.$$#TASHA'S POINT OF VIEW.#$$Before all this, scarf girl never mattered. Just another quiet presence blending into the background of our buzzing hallways. But then Jade started paying attention to her- and that changed everything.Charlotte and I sat in the front row like we always did, owning the space with our perfect notes and quiet snickers. But our eyes always drifted back- always watching Jade.Jade, the ultimate flirt. He was smooth and careless, never serious about any girl. He'd toss out compliments like confetti, hook up behind the gym, and ghost them by Monday. But had a constant thing with Melissa.But recently?He was consistent.With her.He sat beside her. Leaned in when he spoke to her. He even reached out once to fiddle with her scarf, a soft teasing gesture that lingered too long.And her
JADE'S POINT OF VIEW CONTINUED... At lunch, I spotted her alone, sitting under a tree. Everyone else scattered in clumps. But she? Always out of reach. A ghost in daylight. Perfect target. I picked up a ball that was under my shoes. And Aimed. Let it fly. Bam. Nailed her right on the head. Her head jolted sideways. She flinched and fumbled, looking around like a confused kitten. I bit down a smirk. Then I walked towards her- slow, casual, like it wasn't me. Hands in my pocket. She looked up, hands on the scarf. "Oh," I said lazily, pretending. "Didn't see you there." What shocked me… was that she actually responded. She stuttered- but still, she spoke. I listened to every word she said when I asked her questions. Her voice said more than she did. She was trembl
JADE'S POINT OF VIEW.I opened the door, anger burning inside of me, when I was welcomed by something unusual: the smell of trying bacon and toast. I'd been at my place all night, the one my mother gifted me. It was the only space I could call my own, the only refuge from this mess. But I needed some things here- clothes, papers- so I came back. I stepped into the kitchen and stopped. Jackson stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up, turning eggs in a pan like it was something he did often- which he didn't. The smell was warm, rich, almost too good to be real. "Sit. Eat," he said. He didn't ask questions. He didn't want to know where i'd been. Jackson didn't care about that. I hesitated, staring at him. "Sit," he repeated, voice cold, commanding. Reluctantly, I pulled out a chair at the kitchen table. The smell of breakfast hit me- eggs, bacon, toast. Its been long since I had







