Alright! This popped in my head whilst listening to the song 'Be Alright' by Justin Bieber (HOW AWESOME IS HE, FANS!?)

PLEASE READ: In this story, Erica is still a nerd, and Ethan is a full vampire. There won't be a lot of the other characters, really. But they'll be there. I'll try to keep our five together, at least.

Warnings: This story, as I said in the summary, has cussing like crazy, harming others, and rape. I do not own MBAV, blah blah blah... READ ON!

He's Just My Everything

The Hurt

~Erica's P.O.V.~

I woke up Wednesday morning to my annoying alarm clock. Die, alarm clock. I thought as I turned it off. It only did one thing, really: woke me up to another day of utter hell. It just exists to tell me, 'Wake up, Erica Marie Jones. Time to go to school and get beat up and made fun of.' Stupid alarm.

It's always been that way. Since fifth grade, I've had glasses and braces. I always wore baggy clothes and I love my hair braided, though it doesn't need it. My braces were removed last year, but the glasses are for life. All the girls I know hurt me in any way they can. The boys do anything to make me a laughing stock.

I did at one point have someone: Jesse. He was my boyfriend for a few weeks. No one was mean to me. He was always there. He told me a secret: he was a vampire. I was scared at first, then I realized he was never gonna use that against me. Till last Saturday he proved me wrong.

*FLASHBACK*

There I was, laying with him on his couch as always, just staying at peace. I didn't look special, really. Just me, the blond haired, blue eyed girl with him, the black hair and way too bright blue eyed monster. He told me he loved me and leaned in for a kiss. I had let him. It become too heavy, but when I tried to pull away, he pinned me down. After a minute of suffocating, he pulled away and moved to my neck. I gasped and choked. He pulled away.

"Erica, can I take your clothes off?" He eyed me hungerily.

"You promised me you would never hurt me!" I cried.

"I promised I would never use my fangs to hurt you. Now answer me." He growled.

"Jesse, I thought you loved me." I whispered. He laughed cruelly. I never heard it like that before. It sounded so unnatural.

"I loved your body. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I asked you out for your body. I kiss you for your body. I don't want anymore teasing. Tonight, I'll get it, wheather you let me, or if I need to use force." He attacked my lips again. I pulled away somehow.

"No, Jesse. You won't get it at all. I

hate

you." He was so surprized at me courage he froze. I got up and ran. I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water using the glass on the counter and prayed. As soon as I ended it I heard him.

"You will not get away with that, you bitch!" My heart raced in fear as I saw him, his face contorted with anger. He came closer till he was in my face. Then he smiled impishly.

"Oh, I get it. You need a drink before we start." He stood back and waited.

"I'm sorry, Jesse." I whispered. I threw the glass of water on him. The scream he made, I had to screw my eyes shut in pain and fear. When I opened my eyes, he was gone from sight, and I ran.

*END*

But now he's gone. Thank God, but then again, the people at school saw I was unguarded. I again was the target for the game 'Make The Loser Cry'.

But enough dwelling on the past. Time to get ready for today's hell.

~OoVvVoO~

Finally, I'm ready to go. I walked out of the house and went to White Chapel High. I only live a little while away, so I don't have to kill myself on the bus like most people. I looked around and saw not many people were there, mostly Laughers: the kids that just laugh at the kids being hurt, and they're not really that bad. I go into my first class, history, and sat. Not too much after, everyone starts filing in. The teacher, Mr. Bell, walked in. I think he hates me by the way he sometimes picks on me. No joking.

"Alright class, take your seats. Pop quiz today." Everyone groaned, but I sat up a little straiter. The more we have to do, the more everyone pays attention on that, not me.

"I know, I know. But, it's very small, it won't take long at all. But before we start, I would like to tell you we'll be having a new student joining tomorrow. I expect you'll like him. Now, you may begin." They were all on our desks ready for us. I picked up my pencil and smiled at the hard questions. I always study since there's no one to hang out with, so it's only hard to them.

~OoVvVoO~

After history, I had my least favorite subject in all of my life: P.E. Everyone always chose me to pick on the most, being the slowest runner, climber, jumper, and all other activities in that class. Most girls put their backpacks in their lockers in the hall way, but I asked Mrs. Harrison, our P.E. teacher, if I could also have one in the locker room. She let me. I use it so I can be first here and put my outfit on alone, so no one can see me naked and vice versa.

After I got dressed, other kids came in and started stripping down. I quickly left and went to Mrs. Harrison.

"I was wondering what we're doing today?" I asked quietly. She smiled at me.

"We're playing dodgeball. I know you don't like it, but it's not an option." I sighed and nodded. She always favored me, thank God, the only teacher that doesn't hate me. I talk to her about the other girls and boys, how they hate me, how they beat me, how they call me names. She always says the smartest things to keep my head up.

"They're just jealous of you because you're so beautiful."

"They just have problems with anger and chose you to take it out on. They really just need a friend. Someone that they could really talk to."

I love Mrs. Harrison for these little kind words.

"Thanks." I start to walk away, but she reached out for my wrist.

"That ones new." She indicated a rather nasty bruise on my cheek.

"Yea, Sarah Fox was making fun of me and I threw one back and got slapped." She laughed.

"I love your courage, Erica. But be careful. If your Mom saw this one, she'll faint. She wasn't the best in this subject either, you know."

"What about Dad?" I asked eagerly.

"Well, he was really kinda to much of a show off to tell. 'Hey guys, check out what I can do.' Then he'll get hit. 'Wait, I wasn't ready! Start over!' " I laughed. I really wish I knew my Dad longer then four years old, when he walked out on me and Mom. Never came back.

"Well, Erica, it's time to start. You can be team captain today." She winked at me and left before I could say anything. I have no friends to pick out for my team, so I'll just go for the quickest and strongest. Mrs. Harrison blew her whistle.

"Alright, ladies! Erica Jones and Jasmine Saint for team captains! Dodgeball today! Winners bragging rights, losers ten push ups! Come on, line up!" Me and Jasmine stood still as all others went to the back and made a line. Jasmine went first before I could ask.

"Sarah." Sarah Fox moved to her with a smirk.

"Uh, Josh?" I whispered. He groaned and moved a little bit to me. After a lot of picks, we were down to a few more people.

"Benny." Jasmine sighed. Benny Weir moved to her with a grin.

"Uh, I guess you have me." I said to Rory Grant. He looked blank, his blue eyes bored.

"You should be happy, Jones. You're not last pick today. That's a start." He had called me my nickname. Since I was so much of a nothing no one will call me Erica. Anger flared in me.

"You got a lot of nerve for a nerd." He laughed at my feeble attept of a back fire.

"Look who's talking." He walked away, his blond hair moving with his head shaking at me, with the rest of the team to talk. I sighed and we all got in position to start after a minute. Mrs. Harrison blew her whistle again and all were off, but my team ran faster. I smiled, until all of the ball holders turned and threw at me full on. Sarah Fox roared with laughter and the others followed as I fell down. There was another whistle.

"SARAH FOX TWENTY PUSH UPS! Erica, five. Everyone else, start over." Me and Sarah went off court and did it. She was done before me and sat on the bleachers, pulling out her phone.

~OoVvVoO~

After the games, I waited for all the others to finish before going in. Lunch being next, it was fine, I don't eat anyway. I haven't since Jesse. . . yea. Anyway, when the last girl left, I went in before heading to the lunch room to wait for next class, math.

Not much happened, really. I had science. Just a normal day. Oh yea, with a normal day, comes a normal 'chat' with Sarah and Jasmine on the way home. Like always, I was alone, before they both bump into me and knock me forward.

"Oh, look, Sare, I think we found Jones."

"Really? I didn't see her there, Jas." They laughed before walking some more, not being afraid to step on me like a doormat. After a minute, I got up and walked home.

Just trying to get the point across of how miserable she is. Will the new kid be just another standby, or will this person stand by her side? How will Erica have anything to do with him? FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER! ~TrampledRose