Our little secret

'i hate you.'

Arabella's POV:

It's just a normal Wednesday. I wake up, eat, then go to school and skip lessons. I don't really learn anything at school to be honest. I see it as a large playground. I'm not really an angel at school either, I hang around with the mean kids so that makes sense. I'm not horrible though, maybe to some people. Not many. My mother Leanne, woke me up by throwing water at me. Bitch. Although, it was a good reason, I would have been late if it wasn't for her.

Today, I had forgot my books so I couldn't really learn anything anyways.
'Forgot your books again I see, Miss Woods.' a familiar voice called out, it was my head mistress, she was a right evil hag.
'Yes I have, I'm deeply sorry.' I replied, obviously not meaning the emotions I was expressing.

'Remember next time, I shall expect you to have all of those books on you. she added on.
I was waiting for her to shut the fuck up until my eyes landed on small, brunette ones. He grinned at me, and kissed his muscular body to tease me. My cheeks reddened, and my body began to feel hot. I gave him a dirty look and walked away from my teacher.

Just as i began to gaze off to sleep the sound of the bell woke me up. It wasn't really a pleasant sound to hear, it sounded like a seagull being strangled to death. Yet it still gave off positive emotions, it means its lunch time. So I began to make my way to the cafeteria until I heard a locker closing and footsteps following me .

'what the fuck do you want, Blake.' I questioned him. Just his presence was aggravating me. I could feel his slender shadow following my path behind me, beginning to appear closer minute by minute. Whatever I asked him, he would just ignore me. Before I had chance to confront him his veiny hands groped my neck and dragged me into the janitors closet. He pushed me up to his chest and placed his hand on my hour-glass body.

Unexpectedly, he leaned in and placed his soft lips on mine, they tasted like cherry chapstick. The kiss began to progress and became more heated, it was more violent and eager. After a few more breathless minutes of eating each others faces we finally broke our bond. Then, he spoke no words and hushed himself out of the room. Days began to pass and then soon turned into weeks. The only connection we shared was in the halls and only then had we glanced at each other. I was beginning to grow curious on what the kiss meant. Did he like me? or was he just trying to confuse and play me.

The one thing I hated was heartbreak, the pain it caused, and everything about it. So whenever somebody tried to make moves, id keep my wall up and bound them away from me until they stopped attempting to win my heart. I don't really get involved with boys, or people really. It's hard to find some friends that aren't scared or intimidated by me.

Over the next couple of days, he began to try and talk to me. Like we were best friends. That same smirk he had when he left me in the janitors closet appeared on his face as he tried to make conversation with me. When I ignored him, he began to tease me about my life and past, I felt the anger bubbling up in me. The last words I spoke to him were, 'I hate you, why would you bring this up.' The look on his face showed me that he had realised he was in the wrong. After that I walked off and didn't speak to him for the next week.

He had tried to get my attention many times, but I was so hurt that I didn't care. He had brought up my past, my mother, the abuse. Something I would never forgive him for. All he would do was stare at me in class, there was something I was sure of now, and it was that he was a maniac. His brown eyes flared at me, like I was some sort of feast. I hated how they looked at me. I wasn't an object.

The bell rang and the students began to rush out of school, it was the end of the day. Yet again I didn't pay any attention. As always. My brother was waiting for me and I walk up to the car smiling at him. I could always trust my brother, he was always there for me to open up to him.