9 years later

The feeling of cold water splashing on my face woke me up from a deep sleep. Some of the water and gone up my nose, causing me to double over coughing just to get the water out. I could hear chuckling from the foot of my bed.

"Good morning," Jasper laughed as he clenched an empty water bottle.

"You ass," I shouted as I hurled my pillow at him, which he caught with ease.

"Awe no good morning kiss?" He asked as he stepped closer to me.

"I thought I told you to stay out of my room," I stated as I eyed the open window. Jasper's bedroom was directly next to mine and our windows lined up perfectly, even with the two foot gap in between.

"Well I had to wake you up," he said as he stop just inches from me. "Don't want to be late for our last day of school."

Suddenly, the alarm on my phone went off, and Jasper smiled smugly. Oh I wanted to punch that smile off his face so bad.

"Get out," I huffed as I started to smack him in the arm. I wasn't strong, so I didn't cause the damage that I wanted.

"Relax women," he said as started to walk over to the window. "I'll see you in a bit."

As soon as his last foot was out the window, I slammed it shut. I swear I could hear him laughing at me.

I groaned as I flopped on my bed. Why does Jasper feel the need to come into my room. This was the second time this week. I really needed to fix the lock on my window.

For the past 9 years, Jasper has made my life hell. When we were kids, he bullied me relentlessly. He would call me names, and eventually the other kids joined. The friends I once had alienated me all because of him. Even in highschool this still happens. I would make a friend, he would scare them away.

As we got older, Jasper used his size against me. He was always taller than me. I stopped growing freshman year at five-five and he's well over six foot. He always made sure that things were always placed higher up so I couldn't reach it. Like, he always rearranges the pantry and puts my poptarts on higher shelf's.

I sigh and roll out of bed and start doing my morning routine. For the past few days it had been non-stop rain, which was nice since it was cold out.

I close the blinds of the window and start getting dressed for the day. Black leggings, black boots, and my gray faux leather jacket. My favorite outfit. I grabbed my back pack off my desk chair and head down to the kitchen.

"You better be on that flight tomorrow," I hear my mom threaten into the phone. I roll my eyes as I grab a box of cereal that was on the counter along with a bowl. My mom listened to whoever she was on the phone with as she walked to the fridge and pulled the milk out before handing it to me. "Then buy a ticket." She hit the end button and sighed.

"What was that all about?" I asked as I poured the milk.

"My assistant didn't by himself a plan ticket for Italy when I told him to and now the flights booked."

"That darn Brad," I mumbled into my cereal. "When do you leave?"

"Two days," she said.

Mom was the head of a real estate company now. She recently got a promotion that sends her all over for conferences. She likes it, I keeps her busy.

"You're dad called," she said, causing me to freeze. "He wanted to wish you a good last day of school."

"Yeah right," I say as I set my spoon down.

Dad left about five years ago. It was sudden. One night I went to bed, in the morning he was gone. Apparently he had been cheating on my mom for awhile, and now he was married to that woman with two replacement kids. He didn't reach out to us until about a year after the divorce and custody papers went through. He stated in the papers that he didn't want to be my dad anymore. I guess he regretted that, but it was too late. I didn't want anything to do with him.

"Call him later," my mom told me. "He had something to ask you."

"I pass," I say as I finished off my cereal. Thinking about my father always put me in a bad mood. He probably wanted me to watch his kids while he went off somewhere with that tramp.

"We're having dinner tonight with the Kings," my mom told me. Ever since they moved in all those years ago, Emily and my mom had become best friends. They would always go shopping or see movies as I grew up. It was nice to see my mom happy, the only downside was I saw Jasper more often. We were often forced to be besides one another since a young age, which only made my hatred for him grow, and his hatred for me grew too.

"Alright," I say. I never fought this over with my mom. I've come to realize that if I played along I wouldn't have to be alone with Jasper. "I'm gonna get going."

"Have fun," my mom says as I give her a little kiss on the cheek. "Don't forget your umbrella."

I grab my black umbrella off the hook and walk out the front door. It was drizzling lightly out, which was nice. I wasn't going to have to battle with the wind to keep my umbrella the right way today.

Every day I walked to school. I didn't see the need to drive there since it was only ten or so blocks away. Besides, last time I drove my car there, Jasper felt the need to egg it.

As I walked, I heard the familiar hum of a sports engine behind me. I swore to myself as I picked up my pace. My hair was still damp from Jasper's prank this morning and I wasn't in the mood to have it happen again.

"Well well well," I heard Jasper say through the rolled down window. "What do we have here?"

"Fuck off, Jasper," I say roughly as I keep my eyes forward.

"Does your mother know you use that language?" Jasper asked mockingly. "And to think, I was gonna offer you a ride."

"I wouldn't get into your car even if there are was a serial killer chasing me," I said loudly.

"You know, your words hurt," he whined, no doubt that he was holding his hand over his heart to be dramatic.

"Shouldn't you be out harassing young girls?" I snapped as I glance at his as he drove slowly next to me.

A smile crept on his face. "You mean Heather?"

I shuddered at the thought of that poor girl. She was a grade below me, and was also a notch on Jasper's bed post. She was the latest victim of Jasper, who was on the mission of sleeping with every girl in the school. He's slept with at least two thirds of the school so far and he is showing no signs of stopping.

"One day all those girls are gonna gang up on you and there you to shreds."

Jasper snorted a laugh. "Yeah, like that will ever happen. Besides, I'm saving the best for last."

Chills ran down my spine. This wasn't the first time Jasper had mentioned sleeping with me. Its been going on for years.

"Never gonna happen," I say bitterly. "Unlike you, I have standards."

"And you're saying I don't?" He questioned.

"No you don't," I retort as I cross the street to the next block.

Jasper howled a laugh. "I'll see you later," he says, speeding off.

I let out a sigh of relief that he was gone. Today was gonna be a long day

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At lunch, I sat at my table towards the back. It was the outcast table. We were all social rejects in the eyes of our peers. Although we all sat at the same table, none of us were friends really. There were six of us. Three girls, three boys.

There was Raven, but her real name was Emma. She was the only goth girl in the school, and I'm pretty sure the only one in the town. She was nice to everyone, but because she was different, no one was nice back.

Then there was Grace. Grace used to be popular, but she was a victim of Jasper. She was the first person to sleep with him. After word spread about what they had done, people started to call her name's. When guys have sex, they seem to get a reward about it from others. When girls do it, they get treated like dirt.

The boys that sat next to us were all brothers. Triplets actually, and they were identical. Darren, Theo, and Spencer. It surprised me that they all say at the reject table when they first moved here earlier this year. They were all good looking and we're heavily muscled. Maybe it was because they scared most of the people. Their arms were covered in tattoos, but I thought they were neat.

We made small talk during lunch. Mostly about the summer and what we planned on doing. Raven was going to go to music festivals all over the country, Grace was gonna visit her grandma in Mexico for a couple weeks, and the boys were gonna get labor jobs hauling wood for the local lumber yard.

"What about you Hattie?" Raven asked with a smile.

I shrug. "Nothing really. I'll probably read. Fix the lock on my window."

"He did it again?" Grace asked mortified.

"Yep," I nod.

"Want us to mess him up?" Theo asked as he motioned off into the room.

"No. Besides, I'm not gonna see I'm over the summer. He going off somewhere. And hopefully he doesn't come back."

"That would be nice," Grace agreed. "I would like to come to school everyday and not see that." Grace motioned in a direction.

I looked up and regretted that decision. Jasper had his tongue down Heather's throat. She was sitting and is lap and he was groping her all over the place. It was gross.

I sigh and turn back to the table. "Anyone want to tear my eyes out?"