Im -perfect

Once Mr .Hussain is done with his lecture , I didn't even wait for him to end the class .Grabbing my backpack ;shoving everything in just a single go .I make my way out of the class, n o, let me corect myself I don't make my way , I run clearly afraid of the infamous QB to set his eyes on me once again .

Twice was enough , I tell my heart .With just these two encounters with Jacob Knight , I feel as if I have just stepped out of a freaking whirlpool ;my emotions were a mess , my pride was humiliated and I was feeling real low and God forbid , I never felt this low never in my life not since my father abandoned us in that small town without once looking back.

I trudged my way to the parking lot , I knew that if I leave now I will be missing on half of my classes and I wasn't someone who cut their classes but I believed I deserved to cut some slack after being groped and touched against my will , Jacob Knight never intended to go over the far edge and I knew that much , he was everyone's golden boy with a charming smile and perfect image to be taken care of , nonetheless his touch was uncalled for , I half wanted to make my wayback and tattle on to him toa teacher but I knew that you don't mess up with Jacob Knight , not because he was the quarter back but because he was psychotic.

He had no redemption , no bottom limit , he was an endless abyss once you get entangled with him , he will draw you in.

And I want nothing to do with him , one year just ,one year .Once this year is done Jacob Knight will be old story , I will move to Columbia and get that jerk out of my head and my life.

"Bells?"My mum calls out to me , I knew that My homeroom teacher must have already told her about me cutting classes .Not wanting her to invade my privacy ;I answer her back letting her know that I will be down in a second .Making sure that she wasn't coming up , I pull my tee and shorts , what? was upset alright .I slept once I held my pity party in the shower.

"What's going on , why did you left school so early?its going t o impact your performance ."

This was my mum. I love this woman but I really wish she would ask me what was happening to me instead of paying so much attention to my academic results.

"I'm not feeling well" I tell her.

too early for you to miss you

roll my eyes ;yup there it is.Who gives two damn if I'm feeling sick but oh boy

let me take a breather" I tell her trying m y best to keep my tone even "It will be fine its just half of the day

I was lying .The doorbell rings letting me breathe a sigh of relief , once my mum steps out of the room .I make my way into the kitchen wondering who was at the door ;my sister

messing up with Jacob was equal to messing up with his chances at

weaker link in our family the one who will always back down , the most adjustable one,

his mop of blonde hair and Gorgeous green eyes ;Chris was now the part of the football team , while he didn't took part in my bullying , he didn't help me

" hearing my mum's soft simpering voice , I make m y way outta the kitchen .My mum doesn't talk like that not unless it was

, throwing my covers on my poor body and never ever make my way back into my own living room ,

in the same clothes he was in the morning , meaning he just

like he is her salvation and maybe he is , not only because he

bless his future

it to but then again he

burn with humiliation not this again my brother wasn't supportive of me

sweetheart " throwing me my chemistry book he winks at me as I gaze at him