Mistreated
Strong
Tuesday December 17th
Iris’s POV:
“I heard she slept with Harry,” people were talking shit on me as I walked through the school hallway.
“Yeah, she slept with him because she’s the only one who will since he’s in a chair,” someone else said.
A girl scoffed, “What a Desperate Whore.” Here we go again. People had stopped spreading rumors about me since Riley had surprisingly stopped. I haven’t heard such rude words in what felt like forever. All I’d do was receive nasty looks and as sad as those made me feel, it was better than the harsh words that are being thrown at me right now.
“Stupid Bitch, taking advantage of another guy,” a boy spat. I was suddenly bumped to the ground.
“Ew, I touched her!” a girl squealed.
“Careful, you might have an STD now,” another girl laughed.
I looked up at the forming crowd around me. It appears it was a cheerleader that knocked me down and her stupid bitch friend was laughing. Being seen with Harry wasn’t a problem for him, it was a problem for me. The sad part was we didn’t even hold hands or anything like he wanted to and now I'm suddenly STD Girl. I swallowed hard, forcing the tears not to fall.
I jumped when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. “It’s okay, let’s get out of here. School’s almost over anyways,” Niall shoots me a sympathetic look. I nod and follow him out of the school, his hand still gripping my arm.
“Wow another guy falling for the tramp,” someone laughs. “How pathetic.”
I shouldn’t have let him help me…
From Mr. Four Tits:
Hey, where are you?
I sighed. I'm surprised he hasn't heard since this time he's part of the rumors.
To Mr. Four Tits:
I left because “I have STDs”.
I followed behind Niall slowly as I texted away with Harry.
From Mr. Four Tits:
Fuck, they all need to shut the hell up. Want to meet at the track? I can bring you some cookies I stole from the cafeteria lady. (;
I giggled, making Niall give me a look of confusion. Harry thinks the cafeteria lady has some sort of crush on him since he always gets some free food from her. I just shrugged off Niall's curiosity and texted Harry back.
To Mr. Four Tits:
No, it’s okay. I’m with a friend. I’ll text you later? (:
From Mr. Four Tits:
I’ll be waiting by the phone missing you (;
I smiled at his response. Harry is adorable.
“You okay?” Niall asks once we found an empty park to hang out at.
I shake my head, “You shouldn’t have done that.”
He raised his brows, “Help you?”
“Niall, everyone thinks I’ve slept with Harry and now they’re going to think I did that with you too.”
“So?”
“You don’t get it,” I sigh. “I don’t want to be the school slut.”
“But you’re not,” he shakes his head. I roll my eyes and start to say something, but he cut me off. “They can think all they want, but only you know the truth. If the rumors aren’t true, then why do you let them bother you so much?”
I wipe an escaped tear away, “It’s not just the rumors; I just feel like no one likes me.”
“If they don’t like you, then it’s their loss. They’re missing out on a great girl.” I shrug. “Iris, you’re pretty, sweet and talented. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their lives.”
My eyes widen, “You think I’m pretty?”
He laughed, “Well yeah. I’d have to be blind not to think that.”
“Well that’s interesting,” I said before making a clicking sound with my tongue.
“What?” he chuckled.
“Nothing. How am I talented?” I changed the subject. I’d rather not mention that I’m thinking of how Harry seems to think we like each other. That’s a crazy thought, right? Friends can think each other are pretty.
“Well for someone who rarely ever dances, you are an amazing dancer,” he smiles. “In fact, you’re so amazing that I think you should enter the school talent show.”
I groan, “They still have that garbage?”
He chuckles, “Yes they do and I believe you could win.”
“Nope,” I sigh. “As soon as people were to see me on stage, I’d automatically lose.”
He grabbed my knee and squeezed it, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Are they the reason you cut yourself?” he rubs his thumb on my knee. Them, my family and…Harry at one point.
“Yeah,” I tell a portion of the truth. “It’s embarrassing really.” Yet I crave another cut.
He grabbed my wrist and started tracing the scars, “I noticed them one of the times we went to the beach. It makes me sad knowing you’d do this to yourself.” I’ve done worse. “But don’t be embarrassed by them. Think of them as battle scars. They’re there to remind you you’re still here.”
I furrow my brows and pull my wrist away, covering it up with my sleeve. “I don’t think you understand. My tattoo reminds me my heart is still beating. The scars remind me of how pathetic I am.”
“You’re not pathetic. You’re desperate to relieve your pain. I’m not saying its okay for you to cut, but these scars show you how strong you are. Most people in your shoes would not have lasted this long.”
I frown, “Maybe.”
“Come on,” Niall smiles and pulls me up with him. “I think it’s time for your next tattoo.”
“Wow Zayn, I love it,” I smile to him as I stare down at the new tattoo. 'Fighter' was now inked on my scarred wrist. It definitely makes my marks stand out a bit, but I feel the tattoo tells a story about them.
“I designed it,” Niall grinned.
I laugh, “Well thank you.”
“You’re a fighter, just remember that,” Niall winked.
“Hey Guys,” Perrie grins as she walks into the living room. We’re all at Zayn’s house since Zayn had all of his stuff here.
“Perrie,” Niall’s face lit up.
She shot him a weird look, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You should do the talent show with Iris,” Niall grinned.
“What?” she and I asked in unison.
“I know you can sing,” Niall smirked at Perrie.
She crossed her arms, “Well so can you and Zayn.”
Zayn’s eyes widened, “Don’t drag me into this.”
“What does her singing have to do with my dancing?” I asked, instantly regretting it.
Niall’s expression was smug, “You’ll dance to her voice.” Perrie scoffs and I stare hard at the ground. “Oh come on, you guys would totally win. Perrie has a great voice and Iris’s moves are incredible.”
“We wouldn’t win,” I snap. “Stop suggesting it. No one would want a Manipulative Tramp on stage.”
Zayn bit his lip nervously, “Maybe not you, but they’d like Clarissa.” Hm, I never thought of that.
“Clarissa?” Niall’s eyebrows raise. “What does she have to do with this?” Oh right, Niall doesn’t know about me being her.
“I’m Clarissa,” I half smile and he looks stunned.
“Well if Iris and I are gonna do this, you boys have to too,” Perrie growls.
Zayn groans, “I’m dragged into all the stupid arguments.”
“At least you’re a good singer, Baby,” Perrie smiled and kissed Zayn. “Please, for me?”
“For you,” he nods his head. “I’m so making Liam and Lou enter with us.”
“You’re Clarissa?” Niall’s jaw is still hung open. God, he’s slow.
I furrow my brows, "Clarissa doesn't even go to the school though."
"Guess who's in charge?" Zayn grinned. "Mrs. Clark."
I smile, "When's the show?" I'm suddenly eager to do this. This could be my chance to show everyone who I am underneath my scarred shell. I already have a plan.
"March," Niall jumps in excitement, obviously forgetting about the whole Clarissa thing. "Try-outs are in January."
Iris’s POV:
“I heard she slept with Harry,” people were talking shit on me as I walked through the school hallway.
“Yeah, she slept with him because she’s the only one who will since he’s in a chair,” someone else said.
A girl scoffed, “What a Desperate Whore.” Here we go again. People had stopped spreading rumors about me since Riley had surprisingly stopped. I haven’t heard such rude words in what felt like forever. All I’d do was receive nasty looks and as sad as those made me feel, it was better than the harsh words that are being thrown at me right now.
“Stupid Bitch, taking advantage of another guy,” a boy spat. I was suddenly bumped to the ground.
“Ew, I touched her!” a girl squealed.
“Careful, you might have an STD now,” another girl laughed.
I looked up at the forming crowd around me. It appears it was a cheerleader that knocked me down and her stupid bitch friend was laughing. Being seen with Harry wasn’t a problem for him, it was a problem for me. The sad part was we didn’t even hold hands or anything like he wanted to and now I'm suddenly STD Girl. I swallowed hard, forcing the tears not to fall.
I jumped when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. “It’s okay, let’s get out of here. School’s almost over anyways,” Niall shoots me a sympathetic look. I nod and follow him out of the school, his hand still gripping my arm.
“Wow another guy falling for the tramp,” someone laughs. “How pathetic.”
I shouldn’t have let him help me…
From Mr. Four Tits:
Hey, where are you?
I sighed. I'm surprised he hasn't heard since this time he's part of the rumors.
To Mr. Four Tits:
I left because “I have STDs”.
I followed behind Niall slowly as I texted away with Harry.
From Mr. Four Tits:
Fuck, they all need to shut the hell up. Want to meet at the track? I can bring you some cookies I stole from the cafeteria lady. (;
I giggled, making Niall give me a look of confusion. Harry thinks the cafeteria lady has some sort of crush on him since he always gets some free food from her. I just shrugged off Niall's curiosity and texted Harry back.
To Mr. Four Tits:
No, it’s okay. I’m with a friend. I’ll text you later? (:
From Mr. Four Tits:
I’ll be waiting by the phone missing you (;
I smiled at his response. Harry is adorable.
“You okay?” Niall asks once we found an empty park to hang out at.
I shake my head, “You shouldn’t have done that.”
He raised his brows, “Help you?”
“Niall, everyone thinks I’ve slept with Harry and now they’re going to think I did that with you too.”
“So?”
“You don’t get it,” I sigh. “I don’t want to be the school slut.”
“But you’re not,” he shakes his head. I roll my eyes and start to say something, but he cut me off. “They can think all they want, but only you know the truth. If the rumors aren’t true, then why do you let them bother you so much?”
I wipe an escaped tear away, “It’s not just the rumors; I just feel like no one likes me.”
“If they don’t like you, then it’s their loss. They’re missing out on a great girl.” I shrug. “Iris, you’re pretty, sweet and talented. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their lives.”
My eyes widen, “You think I’m pretty?”
He laughed, “Well yeah. I’d have to be blind not to think that.”
“Well that’s interesting,” I said before making a clicking sound with my tongue.
“What?” he chuckled.
“Nothing. How am I talented?” I changed the subject. I’d rather not mention that I’m thinking of how Harry seems to think we like each other. That’s a crazy thought, right? Friends can think each other are pretty.
“Well for someone who rarely ever dances, you are an amazing dancer,” he smiles. “In fact, you’re so amazing that I think you should enter the school talent show.”
I groan, “They still have that garbage?”
He chuckles, “Yes they do and I believe you could win.”
“Nope,” I sigh. “As soon as people were to see me on stage, I’d automatically lose.”
He grabbed my knee and squeezed it, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Are they the reason you cut yourself?” he rubs his thumb on my knee. Them, my family and…Harry at one point.
“Yeah,” I tell a portion of the truth. “It’s embarrassing really.” Yet I crave another cut.
He grabbed my wrist and started tracing the scars, “I noticed them one of the times we went to the beach. It makes me sad knowing you’d do this to yourself.” I’ve done worse. “But don’t be embarrassed by them. Think of them as battle scars. They’re there to remind you you’re still here.”
I furrow my brows and pull my wrist away, covering it up with my sleeve. “I don’t think you understand. My tattoo reminds me my heart is still beating. The scars remind me of how pathetic I am.”
“You’re not pathetic. You’re desperate to relieve your pain. I’m not saying its okay for you to cut, but these scars show you how strong you are. Most people in your shoes would not have lasted this long.”
I frown, “Maybe.”
“Come on,” Niall smiles and pulls me up with him. “I think it’s time for your next tattoo.”
“Wow Zayn, I love it,” I smile to him as I stare down at the new tattoo. 'Fighter' was now inked on my scarred wrist. It definitely makes my marks stand out a bit, but I feel the tattoo tells a story about them.
“I designed it,” Niall grinned.
I laugh, “Well thank you.”
“You’re a fighter, just remember that,” Niall winked.
“Hey Guys,” Perrie grins as she walks into the living room. We’re all at Zayn’s house since Zayn had all of his stuff here.
“Perrie,” Niall’s face lit up.
She shot him a weird look, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You should do the talent show with Iris,” Niall grinned.
“What?” she and I asked in unison.
“I know you can sing,” Niall smirked at Perrie.
She crossed her arms, “Well so can you and Zayn.”
Zayn’s eyes widened, “Don’t drag me into this.”
“What does her singing have to do with my dancing?” I asked, instantly regretting it.
Niall’s expression was smug, “You’ll dance to her voice.” Perrie scoffs and I stare hard at the ground. “Oh come on, you guys would totally win. Perrie has a great voice and Iris’s moves are incredible.”
“We wouldn’t win,” I snap. “Stop suggesting it. No one would want a Manipulative Tramp on stage.”
Zayn bit his lip nervously, “Maybe not you, but they’d like Clarissa.” Hm, I never thought of that.
“Clarissa?” Niall’s eyebrows raise. “What does she have to do with this?” Oh right, Niall doesn’t know about me being her.
“I’m Clarissa,” I half smile and he looks stunned.
“Well if Iris and I are gonna do this, you boys have to too,” Perrie growls.
Zayn groans, “I’m dragged into all the stupid arguments.”
“At least you’re a good singer, Baby,” Perrie smiled and kissed Zayn. “Please, for me?”
“For you,” he nods his head. “I’m so making Liam and Lou enter with us.”
“You’re Clarissa?” Niall’s jaw is still hung open. God, he’s slow.
I furrow my brows, "Clarissa doesn't even go to the school though."
"Guess who's in charge?" Zayn grinned. "Mrs. Clark."
I smile, "When's the show?" I'm suddenly eager to do this. This could be my chance to show everyone who I am underneath my scarred shell. I already have a plan.
"March," Niall jumps in excitement, obviously forgetting about the whole Clarissa thing. "Try-outs are in January."
Notes
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11/18/17