(Book 1) High School Crush: Not Meant To Be

Love's Like A Battlefield (14)

Jerk 🙄: Hey

Jerk 🙄: I know you read it, what's wrong?

Jerk 🙄: Amanda..

Jerk 🙄: Please answer

Jerk 🙄: I'm worried about you. Why are you mad at me?

My phone has been blowing up since Friday night and I truly wasn't planning on answering him. At least not until I had to time think about everything that just happened.

I spent some time blasting music and singing my heart out along, because it's the only thing I could think to do.

"Why does love always feel like a battlefield?! A battlefield! A battlefield!"

Who knew that words in a song could really tell how you felt sometimes. Sure, I was on my period, but I just really felt the song.

"I guess you better go get your armor! Get your armor!"

"Amanda!" Yelled my mom from downstairs. I paused my music, her killing the mood. "Yes?!"

"Turn that music down!"

Wow. What a buzz kill.

I took my MP3 Player and put in my beats. I laid down in my bed then pressed play.

I yelled and was startled, dropping my MP3 Player on my face.

Oops. Forgot to turn it down.

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After the long and thoughtful weekend I decided to just go with the flow, because I could imagine all the ways it could go down, but I think I'll still be unprepared.

When I walked into the building I was showered with people looking at me and whispering. This was strange because yes, I've been given attention before, but not like this.

Twitter!

I went to my locker and set my stuff down, checking I_Know_It_All101's page.

I_Know_It_All101: New Girl is really on a role, the school's new promiscuous girl

And the post was attached with three pictures of me. One of me and Aaron smiling at eat other at the party, one of me and Niall locking arms at the library and the last with Zac holding me at his party on the dance floor.

This person has been literally collecting photos of me. Who is this?!

"Well if it isn't the new high school slut. Hope you enjoyed your round trips, kissing everyone's asses." I turned around and Brittany was standing smiling behind me with her hands on her hips.

"I'm not a slut!"

"It's hard to say you're not when there is photographic evidence all over the internet," she replied shaking her phone in my face.

I looked down holding myself.

"I gotta go, I don't think I can stand being seen around you. Bye whore," she waved and walked off.

I tried to stay calm. I tried not to break down. But I couldn't hold it in. One by one tears started rolling down my cheeks.

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming towards me and I was held tight.