Cade^^^^
I open my locker and get my chemistry book. I close it and turn around, suddenly someone presses against me, and locks my lips to his. "God Cade, you scared me!" Cade, my handsome boyfriend with his dark brown hair and his dark eyes smiles at me. He had the lips peircing that made me crazy. And he towers over me, he is so tall. "Oops sorry babe", he laughs a little then winks and asks, "How do you think you did on the exam?" "Awful, I was so nervous and half the stuff on there I didn't even remember!"
"Well thats high school for ya." Cade tells me with reassurance. "I got to go to chemistry, I'll see you at lunch," I get on my tippy toes and kisses him on the cheek. I start to walk away when Caden grabs my wrist, spins me around and presses his lips to mine. Pulls apart then asks, "Are you ok?" Damn. I always try to avoid that question, he asks me everyday. I usually run off before he gets this far. But that didn't work today. "Yes, Cade I'm fine." Obviously he knows. I told him last summer about my depression, we were just friends then. And ever sense then he is always worried I'll do something stupid. "I don't believe you." He says in a rush in fumbled words, he drags me to a janitor closet, then locks it. "Let me see" he asks worried.
"Cade, I said i was fine"
"And I said I didn't believe you"
He then grabs my wrist, and pulls up my sleeve. I get nauseous, i hate seeing my cuts. It makes me feel so worthless. And I hate when other people see them too.
"Mia..."
"I'm sorry Cad-"
"I told you, you need to talk to me when you feel this way!"
"I know, I know but its so hard. I hate sharing what I feel inside!"
"Mia, I'm your boyfriend. You know u can tell me anything". Cade rubs my arms, and looks me in the eyes. Damn those eyes, they hit like waves hit rocks. He is giving me that look he gives me saying, you-can-tell-me-anything, but i don't want to. I hate saying how I feel.
"Cade, I have to get to class"
There is a long pause.
"Ok, we'll meet up after lunch... I love you."
" And I love you." i say softly.
He then reaches down, and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. I smile. He then leaves, leaving me in the stinky janitors closet.
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Pretending
Novela JuvenilI hate the feeling where everyone thinks your alright just because you put a smile on your face. But what about behind closed doors? Mia Violet. A typical 15 year old but has a different story then the rest of the girls in New York City. She is depr...
