I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it to stop the noise. I got up from my bed and jumped into the shower.

As I was washing my body, I looked down at myself. My scars were healing. I washed my hair and shaved every area that needed to be shaved. I got out of the shower feeling a bit refreshed and put some lotion on my body. I wrapped my hair in a towel and walked over to my closet, picking out an outfit for the day. I decided on a yin and yang tank top, some white jeans, and some navy blue toms. I walked over to my jewelry box and picked out the infinity locket my brother had given me, and some bird stud earrings. I straightened my hair and then I decided to make myself some breakfast. I made myself an omelet and then ate it quickly. I was about to leave when my phone started ringing. It was an unfamiliar number, but I decided to answer it anyways.

"Hello?"

"Carlee, it's your grandfather. I have some bad news.." his voice sounded very shaky and very frantic. I was scared to ask what it was..

"Your grandmother.. she passed away today."

I instantly felt guilt. I blamed my grandma for my brothers death.. and that was the last thing I said to her before I left for good.

"No.. No.. this can't be happening."

Just as I finished saying that, there was a honk outside. I walked outside and finished my conversation with my grandpa. Funeral services were going to be this Friday. I walked out to the car and slid in, slowly. My body felt extremely weak.. and I didn't think it was going to affect me that much.. I shut the door and sat there staring out the window, waiting to leave. I felt Vic's eyes burning on me..

"Carlee, why are you crying? What's wrong?"

I didn't even notice I was crying. I shook my head and now I felt the tears start to stream down my face.

"That was my grandpa on the phone.." I cried. "My grandma died.." Now I was freaking out. I felt so guilty.

The tears kept falling and my throat felt like it was closing up. I started breathing harder and soon enough, I was hyperventilating. Instead of leaving, Vic pulled up into my driveway. He stopped the car and got out, walking over to my side. I looked at him in confusion as he opened my door and pulled me out. He set me down on my feet and pulled me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry." he whispered as he rubbed my back. "Do you want to stay here today?" he asked, referring to my house.

"No.. I need to go to school. There's only three days left.. I'll be okay." I said, attempting a smile. He pulled away from the hug but kept his arms around me.

"I love you." he smiled, placing a kiss on my lips. I smiled as we kissed and I have to say, I felt a lot better. We pulled away and I gave him one more quick kiss.

"I love you too." I smiled. I turned away and got back into the car. He got in himself and pulled away to go to school.

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Of course Tony wasn't here today, the day I needed him to be here most. I took my seat in my first period class and didn't say a word. I pulled out some study notes for a test we're going to be taking on Friday. We had a sub today, so all we had to do was fill out our notes. I sat there, staring down at my paper. All I could think about was the last conversation I had with my grandma as I was leaving..

"I hate you. I hate you so much." I yelled. She looked at me and began to cry. I didn't care though, it was all her fault. I could've saved my brother and she wouldn't let me. It was all her fault, and I wasn't about to feel guilty about it.

"Don't ever talk to me again, and I'm serious. Once I leave today, I'm gone. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Stay out of my life, don't bother calling me, don't bother stopping by, nothing. I hate you." I spat as I zipped up my last bag. I turned to her and stared her right in the eyes.

"It's all your fault he's gone."

I started to feel numb as I remembered that conversation. I was trying as hard as I could not to completely break down and cry, considering I was in school. I sat there, still staring at my paper. I wanted to do my notes, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything. I sat there in silence until a kid behind me started talking to me.

"Hey Carlee, how are you and your lover doing?" he laughed. I didn't turn back or say anything.

"Carlee, come on, we all know you're fucking an older guy. Don't try to act like you're not." he laughed, his friends joining him in laughter. I still didn't say anything.

"Are you fucking deaf, bitch? Turn around and talk to me." I turned around and shot him a glare.

"Leave me the fuck alone, you are annoying and I don't fucking like you." I spat, turning back to my blank paper.

"Damn, fiesty. I bet your lover likes it that way, huh?" he laughed. I sat there, trying to control my anger. I wasn't going to do anything to get myself in trouble.

Three more days, I told myself.

"Turn around and fucking talk to me before I hit you with this textbook!" he laughed. I sat there, trying so hard not to do anything.

"Anyways, I have a question." I didn't turn back.

"How much do you charge?" he laughed.

Fuck it, I'm done. I've had enough, I can't deal with this shit anymore.

I stood up and turned around, slamming my hand down on his table.

"Fuck you! I am so fucking tired of your shit! Leave me the FUCK ALONE!" I yelled, a lot louder than I had expected.. My words echoed off the room walls and I froze. Everyone turned and stared at me, a few laughing and a few frozen in fear, like me. I heard the sub stand up from the desk.

"What the shaving cream?" he yelled, making his way over to me.

"That kind of language is NOT allowed here! March yourself out of this classroom and to the office. NOW!" he yelled. I turned around to see him very close to me. He was a large man, he looked too old to be a teacher for sure. I turned and started to walk out of the classroom as he followed me. He walked out before me and I turned back to the classroom, looking at all the people staring at me and laughing. I turned back to the door, and walked out, slamming it as hard as I could, shaking the classroom.

"Don't you dare damage school property!" he yelled. The tears found their way out of my eyes, like waterworks, like a waterfall. They fell so quickly.

"Crying isn't going to help your situation. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?!" he yelled. I fell to the floor and continued crying.

"Fuck you. FUCK you." I cried. "You don't know what that kid was saying to me in there. He was calling me a whore and asking how much I charged. He told me he was going to hit me with the textbook if I didn't talk to him." I cried.

"I don't CARE what he was saying to you! You do NOT use that sort of language at this school!" he yelled. "You probably deserved it anyways." he laughed. I looked up so my eyes met his. All I could see was my hands around his throat, I wanted to do it so badly.. I stood up and walked down the hall towards the office. However, instead of turning into the office, I turned into the counseling office. I waited for a little while because the counselor had another student in his office, but then he called me in.

My counselor was literally like a therapist to me. I came in here almost every day, secretly.

"Hey Carlee, what's wrong?" he asked as he saw my face filled with tears.

"Well, for one.. My grandma died today.." I cried.

"Oh man.. I'm so sorry." he said. He knew what my last conversation with my grandma was. He knew almost everything about my life. I've been coming here since my freshman year.

I explained what happened inside the classroom and he laughed as I told him what I said to the kid.

"Dang. That's awesome. He deserved getting embarrassed in front of the class." he laughed.

"Well.. he's not the one who got embarrassed.." I started. Then I told him about what the sub did, and how I slammed the door.. and then what the sub said to me.

"Alright, okay, who the HELL does this sub think he is? I will call him down later to have a talk with him. And who was the kid saying those things to you?" I told him and he nodded.

"I'll talk to him later today as well. You can stay in here for the remainder of the period, and second as well if you need to."

I smiled and we continued talking about plans for Christmas and stuff. My counselor wasn't just a counselor to me, he was a friend. I went to him whenever anything happened to me, and he was always here. And I was very thankful for that.

I ended up staying in there for second period as well since Tony wasn't here today. The bell rang and I headed to lunch. I found Jaime and joined him in the lunch line.

"Carlee, I heard what happened. Fucking badass!" he laughed. I shook my head and laughed along with him. I always laughed at myself after freaking out on people like that. While we were in the line, a few kids came up to me that were in that class.

"Good job on putting that kid in his place. He's a fucking dick." they laughed. I smiled as they walked away.

I felt great. My whole day went by like this. What happened already circulated around the whole school and tons of people kept coming up to me to tell me that what I did was awesome.

And for awhile, I forgot about how horrible I felt.

Notes

Carlee's outfit:
http://www.polyvore.com/yin_yang_mayne/set?id=89705903

this actually happened to me and my friend lollllll
except the kid was saying different things to me. and i didn't swear at the sub afterwards.
AND THE SUB REALLY DID SAY WHAT THE SHAVING CREAM LIKE WHO EVEN SAYS THAT OMFG

anyways i hope you guys liked this chapter. a couple of things happened.
more drama on the waayyyyyyy. ;) haha. update will be out soon.

SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED FOR LIKE A DAY. I COULDN'T THINK AND MY FRIEND SLEPT OVER AND STOLE MY BED :'(