watercolor eyes - mileven au

chapter eight

chapter eight: "with me"
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mike was out of school for the day with a cold. which meant el was left alone. she wasn't used to going to her classes alone anymore. she also never realized how many people stared at her in the halls.

to be fair, her and mike were always kissing and she had a bruise on her neck from when she slept with mike a few days ago. she was also covered in hickies and smelled like his cigarettes.

she was in her locker, spraying some of her perfume on herself before grabbing her books and heading to her class.

"hey slut" el turned her head as she saw stacy, mikes infamous ex, walking her way with all her little friends.

el rolled her eyes "what do you want?"

"i just wanted to talk to you, kinda hard to do that when mikes tongue is always down your throat" stacy and her friends surrounded el.

she wasn't scared though, stacys dad was the principal so if she did anything and got caught she'd get in a lot of trouble.

"you should stay away from mike, hes too bad for you, he'll ruin you. break your heart" unfortunately for stacy, el had already decided mike could do whatever he wanted to her and she'd be ok with it.

"whats gonna happen if i don't leave him?" el was genuinely curious.

"he'll probably leave you pregnant like the last one" stacy and her friends snickered, "and who knows maybe this time, it'll actually work and instead of a hospital, you'll be in a grave. yet another kid without a mom" they laughed and walked away.

el had her mouth open, she was shocked someone could be so cruel, bringing up all her trauma in one go. she felt a tear fall and she quickly wiped it away. she walked into her classroom right as the last bell rang.

"ok class, today we'll be learning how to use protection"

maybe el should've been listening in her health class, it seemed quite ironic that the school made her take the class a second time even though she passed it freshman year. maybe they thought if she took it again she wouldn't make the same mistake. but she did.

she felt tears fall and she tried to cover her face and neck with her hair. she really was a slut. she knew mike would never do that to her, but why would she make the same mistake? why didn't she learn? why is she here again?

she wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her tight baby blue top. the color was fitting. both baby and blue. she thought about what would of happened if she had the baby. how different would her life be? she tried to push the thoughts away.

she went through all her classes with the same, burning thoughts. she ran out of the school and ran home. she knew stacy would try to talk to her again. when she arrived home she went upstairs and sobbed into her pillow.

she went to her closet and picked out some comfy clothes, she was gonna wear mikes hoodie but she felt it would make things worse. she wore sweatpants and a perdue hoodie. it was her moms.

she laid in her bed with her stuffed bunny and her cat came to cuddle her. she felt a smile, everything was how it used to be. which then made her frown, she used to have nobody. no mom, busy dad, only child, no friends. she only had her cat. she started crying harder over how pathetic she was.

she was 16 years old crying on her bed thats covered in stuffed animals, and she was crying because she had sex with the person she loved. she was crying over a fetus that was never born. she was crying because she wanted everything mike had, even after all of this.