Something New, Jena Yao [reading an ebook .txt] 📗

Chapter 1 - Harper

It's not every day you see a pretty girl get bullied.

Well, I, Harper Dawson, the girl with a model-type body and long dark brown hair, is actually told to die every day.

It's usually some girl with straw-like hair and glasses that people make fun of, and that's true. It happens every day at our school. 

But with me, it's different. It mostly the girls who hate me because of my looks, but the jocks are trailing behind them so they can get some later. But if it weren't for those bitches, maybe they would just leave me alone, and I would have less people to beat up later.

But, of course, they didn't. They kicked me and slapped me until they thought I was totally done for. In the end, though, I usually served a tough punch at Kayla Hamilton. 

Right now I was cornered by Kayla and her group of sluttiesh friends who acted like they owned the school. They would have never been so popular if they didn't crave sexual desires and the dumbass football players. Banging with the jocks was the only way they were so familiar to everybody.

"Oh, look, it's the ugly whore." Kayla laughed, the nasal sound ripping out of her throat. Her friends followed her lead, cackling harshly as they stared at me.

"Excuse me, remind me who the whore is here?" I spat, sarcasm dripping off my tongue like ice cream on a sunny day. "I might not be a virgin, Kayla, but atleast I don't get horny 24/7."

Her friends tilted their heads as if they couldn't believe what I had just said. Kayla crossed her arms and smirked, venom dancing in her eyes.

"You're just jealous that I can get all the boys you can't."

I chuckled, pushing her underweight friends off me. I grabbed the collar of Kayla's tiny crop top, causing the other bitches to gasp, but they made no move in helping her. They knew they couldn't fight me; I was stronger than all of them combined.

"Listen to me, Kayla." I said ferociously, tightening my grip on her. "I have a boyfriend that I would never cheat on, unlike you. If the reason you hate me is because I can keep a boy, why don't you fucking try it out yourself?"

A loud cough came from behind us. I spun around to face my older brother, Matt, standing behind me with his hands shoved into his pockets. I felt my chest tightening, causing me to do the same with Kayla's shirt.

"Uh, Harper, I would really mind if you let go of my girlfriend." He said slowly, his words strained. I looked back at Kayla once more, sending her a sharp glare, before dropping her on the ground.

"You're lucky he was here to save you," I stated angrily before stomping away.

"Hey, Harp, wait up." I heard heavy footsteps behind me and I sighed sadly before turning around. I really didn't want to deal with this.

"Go, away, Matt. I don't want to talk to you anymore." The words came out much harsher than I expected, by he deserved it. He deserved to die after what he did to me.

"Please, Harp, I just-"

"Harper."

He sighed, running through a hand through his dark brown hair that was the exact same shade of mine. His features were sharp like mine, and even the stupidest person in the world could figure out that we were siblings. The only difference there was between us was our eyes - mine were blue, and his an entrancing shade of hazel.

Matt had been the kindest older brother that anyone could have. He'd stood by me my whole freshman year, before he signed up for football and got caught up in the group of jocks and sluts.

During my junior year, when the football players and Kayla harassed me, he would just laugh along, only stopping them when the beating got too harsh. He would have the tiniest hint of sympathy in his eyes as he watched them shove me into the lockers until I was bleeding, but that would slowly die away each day. This was the fourth time he had tried apologizing, and I wasn't having it. He could rot in hell for all I care.

"Harper, just listen to me for a second." Matt grabbed my arm, and I shrugged out of his weak grasp. The look on his face was of confusion and hurt, but I shook my head and walked away before he could say anything else that could stab me even more.

 The tears escaped me as I climbed into my car. I slammed the door shut, wet drops sliding down my cheeks as I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend, Allysa Moore.

No answer.

I went ahead and texted my boyfriend Logan. He didn't reply either, leaving me to go find him somewhere.

Logan Hearts was a sweet, caring mess who I'd been dating for almost a year now, after he asked me out in homeroom. We'd swore an oath that we'd be together forever, maybe even get married. I wasn't completely sure that would happen, but I wanted it to.

 I threw my car into drive, heading to Logan's house. He usually skipped class around this time of day, but he never got in trouble. Probably because his parents were rich and saved him from getting in trouble. 

The drive to Logan's house was short, since he lived close by. His neighborhood was like your dream fantasy - perfect white, shiny mansions that had amazingly huge backyards. It was completely and utterly perfect to have a boyfriend that wasn't so snobby and awful even when he lived like this.

I headed towards the front door, fishing his spare key that he had given to me out of my pocket. Unlocking the front door, I stepped inside, greeted by the warm smell of cinnamon and vanilla. The house was suprisingly quiet. Maybe he went somewhere?

Sighing, I was about to open the front door and leave when I heard a noise come from upstairs. I chuckled softly to myself, climbing the stairs. Logan was a really clumsly person. He had probably dropped something in his bedroom.

I had just reached the top when I heard the moans.

"Oh, Logan, oh..." The voice sounded so familiar, but I just couldn't place it. Could he seriously be cheating on me? 

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for what I was about to see, I threw the door open without a second thought.

There, tangled in a mess of sheets on the bed, was Logan on top of my best friend. 

Their heads snapped up, their eyes widening at my presence. I stared, too hurt for anything to come out of my mouth, at their position on the bed and the mess of sheets. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I forbidded them to come out. I didn't want to break down in front of these liars.

"Oh." Allysa grabbed a blanket to cover her naked body, smirking. "I see the slut has found out about our affair, Logan."

I gritted my teeth. My best friend, of fucking three years, had been sleeping with my boyfriend. I stared her down angrily, biting my tongue to hold in the long list of words I was tempted to call her. I hesistantly switched my gaze to Logan.

"Is it because I wouldn't sleep with you?" I asked sharply. 

Logan didn't answer, instead turning his gaze back to Allysa. Leaning down, he kissed her fully on the lips, causing her to moan. I couldn't stand watching anymore.

"I hope you have a good life," I whispered, shutting the door behind me. That's when I finally let the tears fall out.

 

 

 

I stormed into my room as my phone chimed again, vibrating in my pocket. I didn't even look at it, knowing it would be like the other five messages. Calling me a whore. A slut. 

I looked at myself in my vanity, wiping my wet cheeks with my hands. My eyes were red and puffy from crying, ruining my olive complexion. My dark hair was a bird's nest tangled around my head. My clothes were rumpled, wrinkles visible all over them.

I sighed once again as my phone buzzed again, signaling that one more person knew about the rumors that Logan and Allysa were spreading about me. I slid my phone out of my pocket and set it on my nightstand, not bothering to read the text.

Allysa had started a rumor that I had cheated on Logan and she was trying to help him when they started growing feelings for each other. Since Logan was a popular, well-known football player, he had received all the sympathy that I hadn't.

I screamed, letting the sound rip from my throat. Why me? Did I really deserve this? Did I want to live like this?

I opened my closet door, finding my small suitcase and a stack of dollar bills I had saved from babysitting. I couldn't live like this any longer - not to mention feeling the stares when I went to school. It would only scar me more to see Logan and Allysa together.

I threw my clothes off their hangers, sending them flying into the suitcase. Stashing the money into the bottom, I grabbed anything that I would need to survive a life away from this place.

I couldn't live here anymore. This house was a haunted memory of the past, when my parents were still alive, when Matt was still the perfect brother, when I was important.

I angrily stormed around my room, searching through my belongings before finding it.

The picture of Logan and me, on our first date, kissing. It had been such a desirable and sweet kiss, something that had shocked me so much. If only I'd known what he would become.

I made sure that everything I needed was safely packed into my suitcase, keeping the picture tightly grasped in my fist. Trailing the suitcase downstairs, I passed my parents and Matt's room. The doors were both closed, closed forever. They would never open again.

I walked outside, glad to get some fresh air. I opened the trunk of my car and tossed the suitcase inside. I ran back inside the house and grabbed a lighter from one of the kitchen drawers. Sighing, I grabbed one of Matt's old T-shirts that was tossed, aimlessly, on the floor. I turned on the lighter and drew it close to the picture, letting the tip of the fire catch onto the Polaroid. The flames started swallowing the picture, and I let it drop onto the T-shirt. That would be my last memory of that asshole. He could rot in hell for all I cared.

Slamming the door behind me, I ran out of the house, knowing where I was headed.

 

 

 

The bright lights of Las Vegas nearly blinded me as I drove through the traffic, my window rolled down so I could feel the light, but humid, breeze. It had taken me most of the day to get here from Phoenix, and I was hoping to find a hotel to rest at. So far all I could see were tall buildings and drive-ins, plus a lot of palm trees.

I sighed at pulled over at MTO Cafe to do a quick go-through of my phone. There were a few text messages from unknown numbers but none from Matt. The asshole of a brother was probably to busy screwing some slut to even know his sister had most likely burned his old house down. 

 My eyes slowly started closing, my muscles aching to get out of the cramped drivers seat. I sighed and jumped out of the car, stretching my aching body. I grabbed my phone, sliding in into my pocket, and headed into the cafe for a snack. My stomach was grumbling from not eating lunch.

I stepped inside, greeted by the warm coffee and sugar smell that wafted from the front. A few