Abused for Love [completed]

36 - Coyy

I understand why Carre is upset but seriously. There must have been another way, yeah it wasn't cool. I could've done it any other way but I didn't see it happening and it felt good. Like old times. When I realized what I was thinking, I noticed how much of a butthole I really was and it made more sense than I thought at first.

After Carre knees me, I chase after her. Jax was out the minutes before him. When I ran out the door and I got to the hallway. What I saw really hurt, I realized I left her. I just left her to defend herself. When I got there I saw Jax holding her. He looked up at me and saw me. He shook his head.

He rested his head on top of her head. I walked away, out of the school doors and drove home. Not to my Grand-mere's but home, home. Where Josh, Raymond, and I live. Not caring if I live or die in the next couple days.

It's been a few weeks since that stupid decision, I've not yet talk to anyone about it. No one but Lydia will talk to me, I don't mind it actually. Us kissing is a good distraction, Carre caught us one times. She's avoiding me, she hadn't been to school since the second kiss. Jax knows where she is and is texting during class, most likely Carre.

I caught Jax taking a picture of me and Lydia. You could see that it was her by her light brown hair and her posture. Jax posted the picture across the school with the words SLUT across Lydia's face, I was pressing Lydia against a wall.

"Hey, baby." Lydia whispers into my ear when she walks by. I smile up at her. There's no choice but for me to be with her. I've decided to go with her to the wedding. She smiled happily when I told her I was taking her. "We should get to class." She whispered. "We can't have anything else against us." When we walk down the hallway hand-in-hand everyone stares, boos, and throws things at us.

I think everyone liked Carre, and everyone liked me and Carre. But that isn't happening. When I walked into class, I felt everyone's stares. Maybe more people actually liked her. Maybe she's just more likable, she was nice and friendly. When Lydia and I are walking down the hallway. She gets, "whore" and "hoe" I get "cheater" and "I always knew you were too good for her". So many people act like they care.

They see me, but on the outside I'm confident, on the inside I'm dead. Without my friend, I'm dead.