I meet a pair of green eyes that stare back at me, as I slowly lift my head off the table, rubbing my eyes.

"Heidi?" I frown, as I let out a loud yawn, and she sneers at me.

Her brown hair is styled up in messy bun, a few strands falling over her face. She had on makeup, her lips painted red, which matched her tight blouse in which she paired with white jeans.

"Why are you not in lesson?" She tilts her head, her jaw clenching.

"Why aren't you?" I roll my eyes, covering my mouth and letting out another loud yawn.

"You might want to answer my question, Layla. You are making things worse for yourself with each and every passing day." She says, her lips twitching up.

I look back up at her confused. "What do you mean?"

She ignores my question, as she plays with her fake nails. "I wonder what dad would do if he finds out you've been sleeping during class." Her smirk widens, as her gaze flickers to mine.

She always brings up dad because she knows he's the most abusive one towards me. Pathetic.

"Cool." I reply bluntly, pulling my bag off and zipping it open, her eyes following my every movement.

I fish out a bag of prawn cocktail crisps, opening it up, picking one out and shoving it in my mouth, crunching loudly.

Heidi scoffs. "With all the shit you eat I'm surprised you're still bone skinny."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not boney, I'm normal." I say, as I shove another crisp in my mouth.

"Clearly you haven't seen your flimsy little arms, they are so unattractively sk–"

"Stop!" I burst, some crisp particles flying out of my mouth.

I push my hair from my face, as I quickly swallow the mouthful, and then turn my face to a disgusted looking Heidi.

"Just go do your own stuff, Heidi. Let me be, for once." I lick my crisp-flavoured lips. Before I pick out another, putting it in my mouth.

It's silent for a while, except the crunching noises coming from me. That is until Heidi breaks it again.

"You know, if you were more...normal." she glances at me, giving me a once over, scoffing.

"Maybe you'd have more friends."

I ignore her words, and continue munching.

"God, you eat like a fucking pig." She mutters under her breath.

I scoff. "If I said what you just did you'd be like 'Homm I'm telling mummy, you said a swear word!'." I make my voice squeak-ier.

Her eyes burn with anger and before I know it, she raises her hand and smacks me across my cheek, leaving a burning sensation.

"Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that!?" She screeches, her head dipping down to my face-level.

I clench my hands, anger rushing through me. "Fuck you." I spit, tears pricking my eyes, as I rub my sore cheek.

A smirk forms on her lips, and she tilts her head. "I've always known you were weak." She spits. "You always act so tough at home but we all know you just run to your room, crying, like a small little–" before she can finish I raise my foot and kick her right on her knee, causing her to let out a short scream, as she stumbles back a little, before falling onto her bottom.

The tears vanish, and instead I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach, as I stare at the muddy footprint I left on her jeans.

Heidi quickly scrambles up into a standing position, her cheeks bright red, her lips formed into a deep scowl.

"You know, mum and dad did actually try to help you, heck even I did. But you know what?" She takes steps towards me. My laugh had decreased by now and I quickly clear my throat, as I grab the pink pack and start munching on them again, my eyes scanning around the empty grounds.

"Help with what? Math?" I snort, a smile playing my lips.

"Um, no." She says slowly, and I glance at her to see her mouth gaping like a fish, as she struggles to find words to say.

"Then what?" I smirk, but she ignores it and continues with her own rant.

"They tried to help, but you know what? What's the point in helping someone as selfish as you?"

"Help with what?"

"You never care about your education–"

"Help with what?" I repeat.

"Your personality sucks–"

"Help with what?" I repeat, throwing my head back and forth.

"You're ugly–"

"Help with wha–"

"SHUT UP!" She practically screams, and I laugh.

"We tried to help your messed up head."

"My head was never messed up and if it is, you guys caused it." I shrug, glancing up at her to see her face flaming red.

"You never really helped with anything to be honest." I continued. "Oh wait, unless you take, beating and insulting me as help?" I cock a brow.

"Nothing else worked." She shrugged, as she slowly calmed herself down. "You were too stupid for anything else, I actually can't wait to see your GCSE grades." She then let's out a cold laugh, and I join her just for the hell of it.

"Me neither, actually." But of course she doesn't listen and continues with her blabber.

"It's gonna be such a joke, I swear, you won't get straight A's like I did, I bet." She laughs to herself again.

"How much?" I tilt my head and that's when she finally snaps out of her daze and looks down at me.

"What?"

"How much do you bet?"

She rolls her eyes. "Shut up."

I shrug, quickly scoffing down the remaining of my crisps, before shoving the empty pack in my bag, zipping it up and slinging it over my shoulder.

"I'm going to tell dad everything, by the way." She smirks, as I stand off the bench. "So you better watch when you get home." She laughs, before I hear her heels trotting away.

"Better watch when you get home." I mimick, sneering, as I begin to walk over towards the green science building.

I quickly look down at my watch and sigh when I see I'm twenty minutes late.

I quicken my pace and soon I'm standing in front of my class.

Thank God, I have Mr Patel.

I compose myself, letting out a deep breath before I twist the handle, slowly entering the class.

As I step inside almost immediately, everyone's eyes dart to me.

I spot Cara seated across the room, who gives me a wide grin, waving at me.

I give her a small smile back, before I head over to Mr Patel, who's sat at his desk marking a few papers.

Okay time for my special facade.

"Hey, sir.." I squeak out, in a weak voice, letting out a cough, quickly messing up my hair a little.

Mr Patel is a really nice teacher, unlike my other classes, he actually cares about his students.

He has dark brown hair, with glasses and is fairly skinny, looks to be in his late twenties.

His brown eyes look up at mine, and immediately concern washes through them. "Are you okay?" He swivels around his chair, facing me.

I let out a dry cough. "I'm sorry I'm late, I've just, I've just not been feeling well for the past hour.." I sniffle, rubbing my head.

He frowns at me before, fishing out a note pad and a pen. "You do look a bit poorly.." He mutters, glancing at me again, before pulling the lid off his pen.

"I think you need to head home, I'll write you a note so the receptionist could let you pass." he begins to write.

"NO!" I say too loudly, and his eyes snap up to mine.

"I-uh. I think I'm fine now, I just needed a bit of air, that's all.." I sniffle.

He raises both brows, before nodding slowly. "Okay, well if you feel unwell again, let me know.." he gives me a smile and I nod, smiling back.

I begin to criss-cross my way over to Cara's single desk, letting out a cough, as I give a glance at Mr Patel.

When I get to her desk, I slip in the seat beside her, letting out a breath.

"What happened?" She raises a brow, I close my eyes as a yawn escapes my mouth.

"Nothing."

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