I sit at a square table with my laptop in front of me beside my cup of coffee and books, pens and notebook. My bag is placed next to the chair beside me. Students float around, passing the shelves of books, checking them out or engaging in conversation. I have been at this college for a few weeks now and I’m starting to get into the swing of things, and I like living in Spain. It's cheaper, the food is great and the sun is amazing. I do miss everyone but I can get used to this. So far, I’ve only made one friend but that will come in time.
A tanned skinned girl with black hair and brown eyes with two other girls behind her stands in front of me and I smile but in the next move she pushes my books and pens off the table. Her friends laugh and my eyebrows weave together. She did that deliberately. I don’t say anything as I crunch down and pick them up. I ignore her presence and turn back to my laptop to continue my essay. I can feel her stare.
“You think you're so special don’t you? Because you're with Luke,” She says in Spanish, glaring at me. I ignore her again, I don’t want to get into this conversation. I’ve never said anything about being special, I know I’m not.
She pushes my laptop off the desk with everything else, thankfully missing my coffee.
Frustration grows inside me as I pick them up too and I say, “You’re just upset because Luke would never go for a jealous bitch,” I shouldn’t have said that. She slaps me on the face and it feels like it was with all her strength.
My skin heats up and my eyes sting. I’ve never been slapped before and it was like it lit an explosive spark that I didn’t know I had inside of me as I impulsively grab her hair and pull. She grabs mine and claws at my face, digging her nails in. I can’t fight, I have never fought in my life, I’ve never needed to. I’ve had arguments with my siblings plenty of times but we don’t fight. So I just pull her hair as she hits, smacks and scratches me until we are pulled apart, leaving me with my face stinging and my hair a tangled mess. I can’t complain because I shouldn’t have reacted, I should've walked away like I was taught but I didn’t. I can’t control her actions but I can control mine.
And I didn’t.



I walk down the stone, wide steps, slowly. It's starting to get dark, daylight slowly fading out but not completely yet. There is Luke, standing, leaning against his sleek black Audi R8 like he's a god, with his two security guards standing on guard, a loud crowd surrounding him. Taking pictures and gushing all over him. He glances up as if he senses my presence, a gleam lights up his eyes, as he throws me a quick wink. This is the last thing I want to deal with right now. I didn't offer anything back, just staring blankly back at him, walking toward him.
As I get closer, he bids his fans farewell, and they moan and groan. I walk...