Something blue, something real

Chapter 2

"You really just love the attention, don't you?" he says.

"It wasn't even like that." I say. It wasn't. I would have attracted way more attention if I was parading around with blood running down my legs. Our school has a uniform and strict dress code, girls could only ever wear skirts.

"Yes, you do. You didn't need to tell the entire class you were on your period." He was totally overreacting.

"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me, Tomika." His voice was stern. He was getting angry.

"I wasn't" I tell him, lying. I just didn't need him finding a way to hold this over my head too.

"Why did you do that?" Mike asks me, his jaw tightening.

"I didn't roll my eyes at you!" I lie again. frustration evident in my own voice.

"Don't fucking play dumb with me!" he raises his voice. "Why did you announce your period to our entire fucking class?" he basically screams this.

"Because-" I start answering him but before I can he punches the wall behind me.

"Are you cheating on me?" he asks. Almost whispering.

"What?" I ask him, thinking I must have misheard.

"ARE YOU," he raises his voice again, "cheating on me?" he says the last part in a lower volume than before.

"How did you even get to that conclusion." I ask, rolling my eyes at him again.

"DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME FOR FUCKS SAKE" he yells. A bunch of people are now staring at us. I smile and wave at them uncomfortably.

"Why do you think I'm cheating on you, Mike?" I sigh.

"Who were you letting know you were on your period, goddamn it!"

I scoff. " You're fucking ridiculous." I say before turning to walk away from him, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"You're not denying it." he says. He looks hurt.

"I'm not cheating on you, Mike" I look at his hand. He's still holding onto my arm. ",but it's really great knowing that's what my boyfriend thinks of me."

I'm hurt that he thinks I would ever cheat on him.

"Don't turn this around on me." he says angrily. His grip on my arm tightening, I look up into his eyes challengingly, "I'm the bad guy, right?" I tell him.

He always finds a way to make me guilty, even when he admits he was wrong he finds a way to make me feel guilty for how I react to his bullshit.

"Oh no, because you never do anything wrong, right? Little miss perfect. You were always too good for me." he scoffs.

What?

"I'm so tired of dealing with you making everything about me being too good for you. I reassure you daily, but it's never fucking enough!" I start yelling now. "If you think I'm too good for you, then just keep doing it. I'm done trying to convince you otherwise. It's fucking exhausting."

He looks at me challengingly and his grip on my arm tightens exponentially.

Is he hurting me on purpose?

I hold on for a while before I say, "You're hurting me."

"Sorry" he loosens his grip.

that was the most insincere apology I've ever heard in my fucking life.

"It's okay." It wasn't. I just wasn't gonna ask him if he was doing that on purpose because he would find a way to turn it on me.

He pulls me in for a hug.

"I'm sorry." he says again

"What for?"

"For accusing you of cheating." he says softly. "I just love you so much, I can't help but worry about the day you won't love me anymore." he pulls away from me so I can face him

"I love you." I reassure him.

"I love you more." he says. "One day when you love someone as much as I love you you'll understand.

That's what he always says. He loves me more so I'll never understand how he feels. Why he acts the way he does.

Part of me believes that he loves me more, that same part hopes I never love someone the way he loves me. The other part sees it as obsession rather than love and wants to run for the hills. He is too possessive. Controlling. At times manipulative, but for some reason I just can't seem to leave him.

I kiss him softly and he cups my cheek and kisses me back. I pull away but he won't let me. The kiss becomes aggressive and hungry as we go on and he grabs my ass.

"Stop." I tell him while removing his hands from my ass, lifting it to my back. We're still at school so his hand on my ass is highly inappropriate.

"Why?" he asks furrowing his eyebrows, "Who are you trying to hide this from?"

"What?"

"I want this entire school to know you're mine." he says smirking before returning his hand to my ass cheeks and squeezing it.

"Can you just stop, we're in public." I tell him, agitated.

"Are you telling me to stop touching MY ass." he asks me.

"Correction, MY ass. And yes." I say, matter-of-factly.

"No. That ass," he squeezes my butt, "boobs," he raises a hand to my boobs and lowers it, "and this." he says his hand cupping my pussy, "is mine." he says with a smile, "And I will touch it whenever I damn well please."

"It's not yours, Mike." I say rolling my eyes internally.

"Oh yeah?" he asks me this with an attempted seductive smirk, emphasis on attempted.

I nod in response and he puts a hand up my skirt and I turn to look around, no one is looking at us.

"Then how come you're so wet and I've barely touched you." he smirks bending down so he can look into my eyes.

That's blood, Einstein.

I look at him and smile. He pulls his hand away and rubs the blood on my inner-thighs.

"I have to go to the bathroom." I say and walk away before he can respond.

Once in the bathroom I wipe away the blood that has now dried on my thigh off with piece of toilet paper I wet under the tap and go look for Artemis.

Art <33

T: where are you?

A: chem lab

T: omw

I walk to the chemistry lab and find Art sitting with Brock and join them there for lunch.

The bell rings and I lift my middle finger as a way of bidding my favourite human farewell.

"You still giving us a ride home?" I ask Brock who gives me a thumbs up and I nod, it's like a silent agreement and I walk off.

"Bye Babe." I hear Art say and repeat what she said mockingly before making gagging noises and walking off so they can do their lovey dovely goodbye kisses and whatever.