authors note: sorry its been a bit been trying to think of more to write but for now..........
HERE'S CHAPTER 6!!!!!
When I got to school my friends were all sitting on the stairs at the entrance of the school. When they saw me they all looked really worried. I wonder why?
My bestest friend desi---or deseray---ran up to me and tackled me to the ground and I yelped out in pain from the pressure being put on my back and stomach.
she quickly hopped off me and helped me up.
"Are you okay?"
"Ya," I said I looked away so she couldn't see the tears in my eyes. I had been crying a lot lately and I didn't like it. I knew she didn't mean to but that hurt like a mother fucker!
I ran to the bathroom and made sure no one was in it. when I found out no one was in there I looked in the mirror. I lifted up my shirt to see my stomach was bruising even more now. I turned around and lifted the back of my shirt.......
A flower......
HE MADE A FUCKING FLOWER!!!!!!!
All of a sudden the door burst open.
"SHIT!!!"
it was......
a guy?
I have never seen him around school before and I know everyone.
"Are you new?"
He looked at me like I was crazy then he answered.
"Ya and is that really the first question that pops into your mind when you see a guy run into the girls bathroom?"he was now raising one of his eyebrows at me then his expression immediately fell and he looked pissed(bipolar much? jeez).
"Who did that to you?"
'I knew exactly what he was talking about. But hopefully if I acted dumb he would forget about it.'
"No I won't forget about it"
I either said that out loud or he's psychic.
He chuckled some and said "no I'm not psychic you said that out loud"
'Did I just speak my mind out loud again?'
"Yes, yes you did."
'Gosh dangit I need to stop that!!!'
"No I wouldn't mind if you kept it up" he said.
"UUUUGGGGHHHHH GOSH DANGIT!!!!"
right then he burst out laughing then he stopped and looked at me with anger in his eyes.
"Are you bipolar?"I asked
"No you just won't answer my question and I just wanna know; who did that to you," he said through clenched teeth.
"no one" was my brilliant answer.
"Well you couldn't of done it to yourself so someone had to of done it."
"How do you know I didn't do it huh?" i questioned.
"Because you cant reach back there to your back unless your really flexible and if so i need to see you in the janitors closet right away,"he said.
"What----janitors closet----why?" i asked.
He raised his eyebrows at me suggestively.
"Well if you must know first we would have a hot make out session then we would use your flexibility for----"i cut him off at that.
