Page 26 of Hate Like Ours

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“Are you sure you’re alright?” she whispers and I shake my head.

“Oh look, guys, if it isn’t the Riverside Academy cow,” Trent says from next to me as I take my seat. Everyone around us who heard start snickering.

I truly hate this guy. He’s one of those preppy rich assholes who think they can do whatever they want without consequences because they have Daddy’s money.

“I don’t want any more disruptions from you, Miss Carrington! And the rest of you, be quiet!” Mr. Smith turns around and snaps. Kinsley heads to her seat next to Asher and Knox while mine is still in the front.

She sits with me in some of our classes and she sits with the guys in some of the others. I can’t be mad at her for that because she knew them long before I ever came into the picture. I don’t want her to stop talking to her friends just because one of them hates me.

Sometimes I feel a little jealous at the ease in which I notice they communicate because he and I will never have that. My attraction to him hasn’t dimmed. I want to know everything there is to know about Knox Riverside. As they say, the heart wants what it wants, unfortunately. I have a feeling if we ever did get together, it would only end in disaster.

The day has barely started and it already feels like too much. The exhaustion I feel is just weighing me down more. I’m trying to pay attention as Mr. Smith speaks but my mind is a million miles away.

I feel my throat closing in as I get choked up with emotions. I have to will myself to make all those emotions go away so I don’t embarrass myself further in front of the entire class.

I chance a glance behind me and see queen bitch sitting a few tables away from Knox. Guess they’re on the outs because her whole face looks sour. She’s staring at me like she wants to kill me but she also has a smirk on her face.

She must be so proud of herself for ganging up on me like the coward that she is. I don’t even look at Knox directly because I don’t think I can bear looking at him and that smirk he usually has on his face, at least not today.

This morning when I woke up, I was hoping that it was going to be a good day, but within minutes, it all went to shit because of that twit. I just have one more day before the weekend gets here and hopefully then I’ll be able to relax without the bullshit.

“Why does your face look like a mix between a cow and a pig? It’s no wonder you ended up on that website,” Trent says from next to me. He laughs at what he thinks is a funny joke when in reality, it’s as lame as they come. It doesn’t even make any sense.

“At least I don’t have a face that looks like a shriveled-up dick. You really shouldn’t be talking about other people when your face is not much better. You should use some of Daddy’s money and consider getting plastic surgery,” I snap at him.

His eyes widen for a second as he stares at me. Everyone here might hate me, but those of them who heard my response laugh while Trent’s face turns all shades of red. He gives me a nasty glare.

“You’re going to get what’s coming to you soon, bitch!” he sneers.

If looks could burn, I’d already be ash. I know that this isn’t the last I’ve seen of him. He’s going to be a problem and I need to watch out for more trouble from him. Guys like him, when they feel like they’ve been humiliated, they retaliate instead of remembering that they were the one who insulted you in the first place.

I don’t know if they expected me to just sit back and take their shit but that is not happening. I’ll always fight for myself even when there’s no one fighting beside me. I mean, not doing anything was my original plan because when you react, you’re giving your bullies more power.

But fuck that shit! They’re all taking it way too far. I haven’t had a moment’s peace since I came here. No one deserves to go through that shit every day of their lives. If someone has the audacity to be nasty to me, then they should expect a reply.

“Miss Carrington, I’m fed up with you disrupting my class. Head to the principal’s office,” Mr. Smith turns around and hisses at me.

“What? Why me? Did you not hear him insulting me?” I ask incredulously.

“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase you shouldn’t let another person’s words affect you?” he asks.

“So I’d be in my right to say that you’re an asshole who has favorites since my words won’t affect you?” I ask. I’m so done with his stupid-as-hell behavior as well.

“Office. Now!” he yells in that no-nonsense tone of his.

“Fine. Whatever!” I mumble under my breath. Gah! I hate this fucking school.

The teachers don’t seem to be any better than the students because they won’t help me. Instead, they’re picking on me too by getting me into trouble when I’m not even the one who’s starting shit.

If he heard what I said to dickface Trent, then he had to have heard what he said to me first, and yet I’m the only one being punished. This is so unfair and fucking ridiculous. I just want to scream at the injustice of it all.

I grab my bag and slowly stand before making my way out of the class. My body still aches so I decide to head to the nurse’s office before going to see the principal.

“Hello again, dear, what can I do for you?” Nurse Shay asks as soon as I step foot into her office. I wonder how she likes being here in this stupid school.

“Um, I was wondering if you could give me something for pain? I have a terrible headache that won’t go away,” I say, hoping she’ll give me what I need.

Headache meds should be able to help with the pain in my body as well, right? There’s no way in hell I’m about to tell her about my bruised body.

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