Love is a Game

Love is more Painful

Tristan Black ^

Tristan's POV

My life is so good. I don't give a crappers what other people think. I'm the schools bad boy at heart. I love fast cars, fights, and dancing illegally. Sounds terrible right, but I'm a softie for people that are hurt and can't get out.

There is no one like that here at Baxters, Florida. It's all happy happy. I like to be the playboy. I don't care what people say I use girls and dump them like trash. I don't have girlfriends. They're pointless. They don't do anything but whine.

I hate people that get beat because it hurts me I lost my sister when she was beat to death by my step-mom. She beat her because she thought my sister stole everything from her. Her husband, jewelry, lovers. Everything! So since no one is weak here I don't need to be a softy.

As I'm walking into the school this like blondie with geek glasses and a navy blue hoodie on with. The hood up and sweats walked into me. She wasn't freaking looking where she was going. What I did was I pulled her hood off only to be surprised and stopped.

This beautiful haired, hazel eyed girl has a cut right across her cheek and a black eye. Who did this to her? Why was she so frightened of me? Oh yea I took her hood off. Now that I see her I know her from somewhere...oh right she goes here and always has her hair and hood up with baggy clothes on. Everyone says she has diseases.

"What the fudge happened to you little girl?" I asked and what startled me was how quiet her voice was.

"Please don't hurt me and leave me alone. Don't tell anyone about what you saw. I just tripped and fell." She barely whispered. She had a pained look in her eyes like when she talked it hurt her.

"Who did this to you!? I won't ask again!" I yelled at her. She pulled her hood on and with tears coming down her face she ran to a teachers room that was empty and abandoned. No teacher used it.

"Hey little girl.." She slammed the door shut, but didn't lock it so I walked in and shut and locked the door behind me. "I'm not going to hurt you. Let me help you. I can't stand it when girls cry. Please stop." I said a little irritated

"Why won't you leave me alone.? Why do you care bad boy? There is no point to help a girl trying to work through almost dying every freaking day! I hate people that get in my business!" Each word she said she became stronger, but I still saw the pain in her eyes when her breathing became heavy. She hurt her ribs?

"What happened to your mid area?" I said pointing to her stomachs and ribs. "You look pained every time you breathe and speak loudly." I kept stepping close and she saw that and stepped back, but hit a wall and she cried out in pain.

"AH!!!" Why did she yell out only her back touched the wall.

"Please show me your injuries. I'm not trying to get you naked I honestly care." She looked torn between listening to me and not listening to me. She listened.

She took her hoodie off only to have a baggy shirt on. I asked a question "Why do you wear baggy clothing?" She answered "Because it hurts to much with the pressure and pain it brings to wear things that fit." She said that with hesitation in her voice.

"Continue I want to see your injuries." As I said this she lifted her shirt so I could see her stomach and ribs and for a bad boy I wanted to cry for her.