I go throughout the rest of the day. I return to homeroom at the end of the day to wait for the last bell and the teacher makes an announcement.

"Tomorrow there will be sign up sheets at the door. There will be clubs you can sign up for. You can sign up for up to 2 clubs. You will no longer have free period."

Some people groan, some people cheer. I hated free period. I never did anything. It was basically a whole hour where we did whatever we want, wherever we wanted. I had no friends so I just sat down at my locker, or outside on my phone. I also hate clubs though. Will they be after school?

I want to ask but my stomach begins to churn and I decide against it. I didn't want anyone to look at me when I ask the question. That's anxiety for you.

"Shh, quiet down everybody. If you sign up for one, you will be there the whole hour. If you sign up for 2, you will be at each for 30 minutes. They will occur at school, but they may possibly have after school activities." The teacher explains.

"Is it for a grade?" Somebody asks.

"No." The teacher answers.

"What are some of the clubs?" Another student asks.

"Well, there's drama club, football club, gaming club, dance club, band club, orchestra club, karaoke club, science club, computer club, chess club, and more." The teacher rambles.

The bell rings and the teacher reminds of us the homework that's due tomorrow. The homework that i haven't even started. I walk out and walk home.

I enter the house, and my dads truck is in the driveway. I enter cautiously. When I enter, him and Belle, his young girlfriend, are on the couch.

"Heyy!" She chirps.

"Hi.." I say.

"I just got out of school. Do you need help with your homework?"

"No. We're in the same grade. And I can do my own homework." I say, heading up the stairs.

"Don't you want a snack first?" She asks.

Who does she think she is? My mom? She's only a few months older than me.

"No. If I wanted a snack, I'd grab it. But thanks, I guess." I say.

I go upstairs and do my homework. I finish, and put it in my backpack. I change into some black sweat pants, and a gray sweatshirt. I hate that's it's warm outside, but I can't risk anyone seeing my scars. Luckily, no one noticed the mark on my face this morning. I grab my phone and ear buds. I go downstairs and head outside. I was gonna go on a jog. I pull my hair into a high ponytail, and put my ear buds into my ear while they play music. I think about what club I want to join. I love acting, but I hate talking. Before I can let my anxiety take over, I decide I will sign up and that's that. I keep running until my legs go weak. I look up at the sky. It's getting ready to rain. But I didn't want to go home and witness whatever Belle and my father were doing. My father is so fake around her. My father is a bad person. How does she not see that? I walk down the road. I check the pocket of my sweatpants. There is still money left from my fathers weekly donation to the daughter charity. I enter a restaurant and order myself some dinner. I decide to stop starving myself because I have random meetings with my therapist and if she notices I'm losing weight, she will ask me a bunch of questions and if she finds out I haven't eaten, I will be back in the ward. I order 2 tacos and some water. It was a fancy Mexican restaurant. I eat and drink my water, avoiding any awkward eye contact. Everyone here was eating with somebody and it felt weird to be eating by myself. Most people probably weren't even looking at me, but it felt like all eyes were on me. I realize how weird I must look. Wearing this crazy outfit, an ugly ponytail on my head. I finish my food and water, and leave. It's raining. But it's only 6. It's not late enough to go home. I like the rain though. I pull my hair out of the ponytail. It will be my umbrella. I walk down the street, taking in the view. Mothers and their children running across the street to get to their car, business men putting their briefcases over their head. Teens screaming. Boyfriends lending their jackets to their girlfriends. Out the corner of my eye, I see Bad Boy Marcus. He's sitting on a bench, no umbrella. He's running his hands through his soaking hair. I stop staring before he sees me, and I speed up. I hear footsteps behind me and decide to turn around before he grabs my arm again. To my surprise, it's not Bad Boy Marcus. It's some man who looks my fathers age.

"Hey, would you like a ride home?" He asks.

"No thanks." I say.

"Oh I understand. Don't ride home with strangers. Smart. I will call you a cab, okay?"

"No I'm fine." I say again, becoming uncomfortable.

"You like the rain?" He asks, a smirk on his face.

"Yeah.." I answer quickly.

"Hm. I see why. You look so sexy with your hair wet."

Fear shoots through my body. Ew. Who is this creep? He's getting closer and I'm backing away.

"Ew. You're gross, stay away from me." I stutter.

He smiles.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want your number. Then maybe I can come over to your house, maybe have dinner together, and who knows where the night could go..?" He says.

My breathing speeds up and I turn to run but he grabs my arms. I scream. He pulls me towards him.

"Shut up you're gonna draw attention to yourself." He grumbles into my ear.

"Help! Somebody help!" I scream, my raspy voice and tears muffling the scream.

"Be quiet or I might have to hurt you." He threatens quietly.

"Let go of me!" I shout, trying to escape his grasp.

I'm crying, screaming yet no ones helping.

Or so I thought. I am proved wrong when a familiar voice shouts "What the hell are you doing with her?"

The man lets me go and I turn around. I should run but I was shocked by the person that was defending me.

"Nothing, you better mind your business, boy." The old man threatens.

"Nah you better take your ass home or I'll beat the hell out of you right here." Marcus threatens.

"Whatever." The old man scoffs. The old man goes past Marcus and Marcus walks up to me.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm fine." I stutter.

"You're not fine. You're crying and your voice is practically gone." He says.

"Well I'm fine now." I say.

"What were you doing in the rain anyway?" He asks.

"I could ask you the same thing." I respond.

"I asked you first."

"Well it's none of your business." I say.

I begin to walk away but he follows beside me.

"Why are you helping me if you don't care about anyone?" I ask.

"Who said I didn't care about anyone?" He asks, running one hand through his wet hair, smirking.

"You treat girls like toys, and I know you don't care for them." I say.

"No argument there, but I wasn't going to let that old man have his way with you."

"Have his way with me?" I question.

"I have no clue what his intentions were, but I know they weren't good. Especially since you're a beautiful girl." Marcus Says.

I am not beautiful.

He continues. "I don't appreciate any man trying to take advantage of any girl. Girls give me permission before I...do anything with them."

I nod.

"Please don't bring this up to any of your friends." I blurt.

"Friends?" He asks.

"James and Jackson." I clarify.

"Or any of your girls."

"None of those are my friends. The J's are my homeboys, and all those girls, I don't know what to call them. Distractions, I guess." He shrugs.

"Distractions? Distractions from what?" I inquire.

"You ask a lot of questions." He says, sneaking his arm around my waist.

I remove his arm.

"Hey, I'm thankful that you, well..saved me, but this doesn't change anything. I still don't like you. I don't date bad boys." I say.

"Just let me get you a cup of hot chocolate from the place around the corner to help your throat, please." He asks.

I consider it but decide against it. I didn't want him to think we were friends.

"No thanks." I say.

"Okay but I'm walking you home. You've had a rough night, and I want you to return safely. Not like I care or anything, because I'm a bad boy who doesn't care about anyone." He smirks.

"Do I sound like anyone you know of?" He asks jokingly.

"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell." I reply.

"I'm repeating the stuff you say about me." He whispers.

I smile.

He walks me home and I wait at my door until he walks back down the road.

I enter my house and go upstairs. I can't believe Bad Boy Marcus saved my life and then walked me home. I'm thankful for him, and view him a little bit better now. But I still hate bad boys. I won't buy into his ways of trying to get me to like him. Is that why he saved me? Or did he really care? He seemed genuinely worried, but I don't know. Either way, I'm thankful for him. But I don't like him. I don't want to be his friend. Or his toy.

But why was he in the rain alone?

I don't know, and it doesn't matter.

Hi it's Honesty, I just thought of a quote and I wanna share it with you.

Quote: "I like the rain because I can finally feel like i don't have to cry alone."

It may or may not exist but I thought of it off the top of my head sooooo yah.

Anywho, I have an announcement. THIS STORY HAS 20 CHAPTERS THAT ARE ALREADY MADE AND READY but I haven't published them yet. I will start publishing more often so I can get to the chapter that is most recent. Otherwise, authors notes won't make sense :)

Enjoy !