" What the f**k were you thinking" Alex yells. I pick up my pace as I walk.
" I was thinking maybe you would stop bugging me" I yell back.
" You are so stupid, how could you not know that he was in a gang" He laughs. He decided to walk me home from school because he ran to school this morning and I didn't have a ride.
" I don't need your escort" I say.
" Yeah you do, because you don't have the MENTAL CAPACITY TO MAKE A GOOD DECISION" He yells the last part. Okay rude. What kind of nerve does this guy have?
" I do have the mental capacity to make my own decisions. I already told you I thought that dating him would drive you away" I scream, walking across the grass.
" Really, did you think that through? You start dating another guy, I give up or you start dating another guy, I fight to win you over" He laughs.
" You really are a great actor, Alex Hayes" I laugh.
" What"
" You really had me believing you care about me for a second there" I laugh at my own idiot like thinking.
" I do care, because..." He stops himself. I scoff at this.
" Alex, you say you care and you tell me you care, but really you don't. I know you don't. You couldn't careless. You just want sex. If you did care... Well I don't know what you would do, but maybe you would show it" I yell. I open the door and run inside of my small house. I yell for my mother, who clearly isn't home from work yet. I decide to call Destinee. I need a friend to talk too. I really need a friend to talk to.
I plop myself onto the couch and pull out my phone. I scroll through my contacts. I see Destinee's name on the screen. How am I going to talk to her about this? She is just going to say I told you so. I decide call Braden. I click on her name and wait for her to answer. Nothing. I play my music. A little to much, by Shawn Mendes starts playing. My all time favorite song. I know I say that about like every song. But this one really is the best song ever. I walk upstairs and I close the blinds, which doesn't really make a difference. I go online and I buy something. Something amazing.
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It's been two days and I have avoided Alex in the halls. I avoid Derek, Scott, Dyaln, and Tyler. All of Alex's friends. I hop up the steps to my front door. I see the box. The box I have been waiting for. My new gift to myself. I grab the box and run up the stairs. Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.
!!Alex Hayes!!
I look into Brooke's room and I see that the curtains are down. Not even like on the curtain thing. They are down. I see her glance at me and then hold up a dark purple cloth. Within seconds, the windows are shaded by the dark purple felt. Something I can't see through. She didn't just block my view, she blocked my site.
~~Brooklyn May~~
I saw the hurt on Alex's face as I pulled my new curtains closed. He looked like someone had just killed his mother. I thought all he wanted was, well you know. I just hope that I didn't actually hurt him. He's a playboy. I don't know why he looks so upset. I hear something hit the window and I know it's Alex.
" What's up" I ask casually.
" Avoiding me, ey"
" Yeah maybe just a little"
" And why is that"
" Because I simply don't like you"
" Why is that"
" Honestly Alex. You played my best friend. Do you realize how much ice cream I had to buy"
" Nope"
" A lot. I don't get it"
" Get what"
" Why you play girls. Why you leave us heartbroken?"
" I just am trying to find the right one" He laughs. He has got to be kidding.
" I am not going to be a victim of your crimes" I slam the window closed and storm into the darkness of my room. This isn't some cheesy love story. I am not falling for the bad boy... I hope.
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Hey internet! Yes, I know how short this update is! Why? No ideas. Empty, useless brain. Yup that's my excuse, what's yours. I decided since this update sucks so bad.... YOU GET ANOTHER UPDATE THIS WEEK!!!!!!!!!! Also the pic is all of Alex's friends! Your next update will come to you on Saturday. Check out my other stories and vote, comment, and follow. Be a buddy not a bully!
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