You'd Better Hide the Bullets

I tossed and turned in bed, sleepless nights were always the worst but I couldn't get Vic out of my mind. Not that I like him or particularly enjoyed him kissing me but it's the way he did it. What intrigues me the most is he isn't a violent type of guy, well not towards me but it's the mind tricks that get me. Like he knows what's he is doing to make me crack.

The bedsheets were tangled around me, sweat was beading down my face. Why the Hell is San Diego so fucking warm. I threw the sheets off my body and got out of bed.

Maybe Vic gets some sort of kicks out of treating people like shit. He seems to enjoy watching other people in uncomfortable situations which is unfair. And what scares me is that he said it won't go unpunished. I don't know how far he's willing to go but I hope it's not too bad.

I decided to go for a shower and get dressed. I was supposed to be waking up for school in an hour anyway. After I got dressed in some denim shorts and a long cut off shirt. The heat was unreal today.

I got everything for school and decided to go for a drive before heading to school. I started my car and decided to go find somewhere nice to chill and watch the sunrise.

After 20 minutes of searching I found a hill on the outskirts of town, and parked my car at the bottom then walked up the hill. The sun was beginning to rise over the city of San Diego in the distance, the skyline looked breathtaking. The golden rays from the sun made the whole town look so bright and beautiful. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, I pulled it out and seen Patrick was calling me. "Hey my car won't start and I'm gonna be late for school, would you mind giving me a ride?" Patrick asked politely. I couldn't help but smile at how cute he sounded when clearly he was really flustered about his car.

"I'll be right there." I told him and hung up the phone. I stood up and stuffed it into my pocket and walked down the slope as carefully as I possibly could.

The drive back to Patrick's house was a crazy one. I gave him a ride home last night so I knew where was but getting there from that hill was interesting but I made it, just in time to ensure that we weren't late for school. I parked in front of Patrick's house, he came running out the house and jumped into my car. "Hey thanks, you're a life saver." He told me as he put his seatbelt on.

"No problem at all." I smiled at him as I pulled out into the road.

"So last night was good, I'm glad we all hung out." Patrick told me. I glanced at him and nodded. "You've definitely fit into our group really well and I'm glad you have." He sounded really sincere, which made me smile. I'm glad I have made good friends here who have similar interests and actually want to spend time with me.

"I'm really happy here, well for the most part." I said aloud. It was the first time I really thought about it, and I guess it's really true now.

"I'm glad to hear that." Patrick said softly.

I pulled up in the parking lot of our school and turned off the ignition. We both got out of my car and walked towards the entrance. "I love how Pete gets so worked up about losing COD, it's really funny." I pointed out.

"Oh I know, it's so bad. He takes it seriously." Patrick laughed.

We opened the doors and walked in. "It was funny when my sister walked in and you were almost humping his face." I laughed at the memory and so did Patrick. I noticed when I walked in there was loads of people lining the hallways, more than usual at this time. "What's going on here?" I whispered to Patrick.

He looked around, confused. "I have no idea." He confessed.

I noticed people looking in our direction, some would snigger and laugh but others looked shocked. We began walking towards our lockers an that's when I noticed it. The pictures covering the lockers. I walked up to them and I felt my heart sinking. The embarrassment rose in me and I felt like I could run a mile. The image plastered around the hallway was a picture of me when I was 15 and morbidly obese. I was in a horrible situation when I was younger and it affected me badly, making me insecure and I had a lot of issues. I decided after a huge health scare that I should lose weight and get healthy, which I did. But having someone plaster this around school was horrible. And when I say someone, I mean Vic fucking Fuentes. "Come on, let's go." Patrick pulled me along.

I shrugged out of his grip and began ripping off the images, my hands were shaking and people began laughing more. I turned to group of people, anger was bursting from me. "What the fuck are you laughing at huh?" I snapped at them. They couldn't take me seriously.

I pushed past them and ran, I ran through the school and out onto the bleachers. No one was there. I don't care that I'm missing history to be out here but I just can't face anyone right now. I sat down on the bleachers and placed my head in my hands, tears began to stream down my face. I know I did something pretty bad to Vic but I don't think I deserve this. This is personal.

"Asshole." I mumbled under my breath. He is a complete asshole, if I see him at all today I swear to God I will fucking kill him.

"Scarlett?" I heard a voice say. I looked up, aware that my face was covered in makeup. Mike stood a few metres away from me, a concerned look on his face.

"What?" I asked, a sob escaping my mouth. He gave me a sympathetic look and sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry he did this." Mike sighed, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me in for a hug.

At first I was stiff, until I realised Mike isn't a horrible person. Not like his brother. So I wrapped my arms around him and cried on his shoulder. "I'm so embarrassed." I cried. He just rubbed my back and hugged me tight.

"I'm gonna say something to him. This was too far, like he must have had to do some amount of digging to find that image." Mike mumbled. I sat up and looked at him.

"Why go that far?" I said rubbing my eyes. "Why humiliate me that much?" I shook my head. "I'm going to kill him." I know I sound so unthreatening to him but I don't care. I just needed to vent, and he just wanted to comfort me.

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I walked into the lunch hall, everyone stopped and looked towards me, I noticed Vic glance over then looked away when he seen me look at him. Coward. I walked over to my friends. "Hey aren't you getting lunch?" Pete asked casually.

"I'm not hungry." I simply stated.

"Look just cause that jackass has no morals doesn't mean you need to starve yourself." Pete said seriously.

"I'm not hungry okay, I'm fine." I snapped at Pete. I could see he was a bit hurt by my tone and it made me feel bad. "Look I'm sorry, it's just been a rough day." I sighed looking at my hands.

"It's okay kid." Pete smiled at me. I looked away and then noticed Vic and Jaime were walking towards our table.

Vic stopped and smiled at us. "Hey guys, Scarlett I was just noticing you're not eating lunch so I thought I'd bring you a healthy snack, y'know just to make sure you're eating but like not too much. Old habits and all." He winked at me.

I quickly stood up and stared him out. "So what I was fat. What's your point here Vic?" I almost shouted. Conversations died down and most people were looking towards us. "Are you that immature that you are now picking on people for personal reasons? Do you have no life that you obviously went searching three years ago through my social media to find a picture of me when I was fat?" I said folding my arms across my chest. "So what? Does it make me a bad person? No. Your body type and how you look reflects nothing about who you are as a person because look at you Vic, pretty boy with a nice face but inside you're pure decay." I shook my head. "It's a total shame but I guess you have no respect for people. Oh and look at me now, I grew up and got help. I lost weight because I needed to for myself, not because assholes like you told me I should." I said and shoved past him. My friends followed suit. Before I left the room I turned back to the tables. "As for the rest of you who have laughed and made fun of me, you're all as bad Vic for putting they pictures up. You're all ugly human beings." I felt disgusting by my peers.

I stormed out the room and my friends followed after me. "Wow that was good." Pete told me, stopping near my locker.

"Well he needed to hear it, what an asshole." I shook my head.

"And now he knows it." Patrick pointed out.

"I'm pretty sure he's always known it." Lewis laughed.

"Come on guys, let's go for a walk." I suggested. And we did, then forgot the whole thing.

Notes

So what do you think? Was Vic too harsh???