I resumed living. Life wasn't going to wait on me, if I stay and mope all day. Jacob hasn't been in school since that phone call. I gulp, thinking about the conversation. Damon meets me by my 2nd period class. Walking me to 3rd, lightly guiding me, holding my lower back.
Surprisedly he has been there for me since that day. He isn't that bad as I thought he was. Dawn wasn't all that happy about me talking to him, but I didn't mind his company.After school I laid a blanket on the grass and just stared up at the sky. I spaced out thinking about different galaxies and places I rather be. I feel a movement on the blanket and I raise up quickly, Damon was laying right beside me. I guess he had spaced out too, cause he was lightly snoring. It reminded me of Jake's baby face when I would slept beside him. It gave me goosebumps.
Rumors were going around that Damon and I had a thing. I personally didn't care, but Agatha was highly affected by it, apparently she had skipped school to get high and "tune out" the world.
I laugh at her stupidity "Karma's a bitch".
It's sad how quickly things could change. At one point I was mad at the world, then at another I was in love and now Jake and I seem like mere strangers.
After lunch I had gone up to the roof thinking about that first kiss we had. I touch my lips lightly smiling. I hear a squeaking from the stairs and I'm met with Damon's Hazel eyes. He smiles and sits with me. He hugs me as I start sniffling, then crying.
" Why does the world hate me?!"
Damon looks me in the eyes,then kisses me softly. As he kisses me, Jake flashes in my eyes. I push Damon away "This doesn't feel right".
I get up and Damon tries to grab my hand. It's to late, I'm down the stairs, through the door.
I need to find him, we need to talk...
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Is the world against me?
Genç KurguAs little girls we are told our princes will come. That we would be Beautiful,Smart and Kind. That we would have a Happily Ever After. But all of a sudden you're 16 crying at the top of your lungs with a box of tissues, so young yet so full of hate...