Fool.

10: cry

I got up Monday morning feeling happy....no, not happy.... I couldn't even find a word for it. Happy was a huge understatement.

I pulled up to school parking next to Skyler's car. I walked to the door finding her waiting for me. I told her about the date; She squealed like a little kid In a candy store with $20. I saw Wyatt hanging out with his friends next to his locker. I decided to approach them.

"Hey!" I said smiling wide. "Hey, babe" he shut his locker and leaded up against it. Everyone in the hallway was now staring at us. His friends laughed and walked over to their girlfriends who were standing near by watching. Wyatt quickly changed his attitude... His self in general. I handed him back his jacket. "You left this at my house." I said stepping a little closer. "Thanks" Wyatt said bluntly, stepping back a few steps farther away from me. "So, eh, Sky and I are going to the movies tomorrow. She's bringing some chick. wanna come? We can ditch them after and do something." I asked, feeling pretty confident he'll say yes, til He rolled his eyes. "Look, dumb fuck. I told you. One night. Run along with your little gay friends, and leave me alone. Alright?" He put a tooth pick in his mouth and straightened his posture, putting his hands in his Jean pockets. His friends laughed like the girls I ran into a few days before. Like a pack of bastards with Wyatt as their leader. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, trying to hold back any sad tone or a tear. "No... The question is why are you here, talking to me, when you know I'm done with you. Back off, k?" He turned around ignoring me. "You asshole." I ran towards the front door. People were laughing at me. Some taking videos.

I ran into my car. I swung the door open hard and shut it harder. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. Tears were running down my eyes as I started my car. I pulled out the parking lot and just drove. School is the least place I wanted to be.

Why....why would he do that. Why would he fucking do that. Was last weekend just nothing to him??? was everything he said a lie??? Did he just want me for a makeout???? ....the more I started thinking about it...the question is not longer why.... It was how. How can I be so fucking ass stupid. How did I not listen to the rumors? How did I think he ...he... Ugh. How did I think I was special to him...Like I was his first girlfriend that he cared about.

I found myself driving up to Cider Hill. Once I got there I was still crying and I was still furious. My heart was furious.

He treated me like shit. He wasn't scared to be flirty with me last week...why the hell is this week any different? Was it something I did or did my parents say anything? God. So many questions.

I kicked about 10 trees and smashed the bottles we left. I spent a few hours crying while sitting in the spot we were at. My phone kept going off, but I don't care who was calling. I fell asleep crying in the grass.

I woke up to the sound of a car pulling up...it was Wyatt's.