Delicate

meet the girlfriend

☆: *.☽ Cassandra ☆: *.☽

"Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now."

March 17, 2005

I don't care.
That's what I told myself as I walked into the lunch hall and someone threw a carton of milk at me.

It didn't matter.
They didn't know me.
They didn't know the truth.

Ignoring the milk splattered on my uniform, I held my head high and acted like I didn't even notice.

I took a seat at a vacant table and shoved my earbuds into my ears. My attempt at drowning out the world.

My eyes met Veronica's and I felt myself fill with anger.

While Stephan might've broke my soul, Veronica broke the rest of me. The two people I trusted most in the world turned on me.

Leaving me a liar, a mess and isolated.

I tried to ignore everyone—to not let my gaze wander around the lunch hall—but I failed. I let my eyes land on Theodore Hayes. I didn't know why they went to him, maybe because he had actually treated me like a person.

Or maybe because he was infuriatingly attractive.

He had dark hair that flopped down the middle and these bright green eyes. Not to mention he was probably six foot two. He had a jaw line that you'd only see in magazines and full pink lips.

I took note of the way he laughed and seemed engaged in the conversation with the brunette girl beside him.

Must be his girlfriend.

I let my eyes stare at that table for too long, and eventually I felt Stephan's eyes on me. I froze in place, feeling like I might vomit on the spot.

His mouth turned into a smirk and he shot me a wink. A fucking wink. I nearly lost my shit and began screaming like a crazy person.

But I pushed it down and tore my eyes off his. I hated him but at the same time he terrified me. I was scared to even look at him because it brought me back to that night.

His hands pinning my wrists to the bed. His breath on my face. His hands pulling my legs apart with so much force it left bruises.

Everything about the memories of my past made me panic. I felt my eyes sting with tears and my lungs lose breath. I quickly shot out of my seat and raced towards the exit of the lunch hall.

But of course with my luck, one of Veronica's minions tripped me, causing me to fall to the ground with a loud thud. But not before she called me a filthy slut.

I tried to act like I didn't care, I really tried. But a tear fell—showing them I was weak. I wasn't all I claimed to be. I was still that scared little girl on the inside.

"Alison, go fuck yourself," The brunette that was sitting next to Theo was now standing above me glaring at the table of girls, "You reek of cheap perfume." She turned her gaze onto me and asked, "Are you alright?"

I jumped to my feet, wishing I could get the fuck out of this room.

"I'm fine," I shot out, my walls closing around me. I then got the fuck out of there.

I practically sprinted out of the lunch hall and into the girls toilets. I stood with my hands on the bathroom counter and took multiple deep breaths.

"Are you sure you're okay?" The brunette asked again, appearing next to me, "Those girls are cunts."

"Why are you even talking to me?" I snapped.

She had to have motive. No one ever spoke to me—especially not in a nice way—unless it was to learn my secrets and then spread them around the school.

"Damn girl, relax," She crossed her arms over her chest, "Theo wanted me to make sure you were grand. He said you two know each other."

What the fuck.

I barely knew Theo. We'd spoken a maximum of thirty words to each other and that was all related to our maths project. So why the hell was he sending his girlfriend to check on me?

"Well tell him to mind himself," I rolled my eyes, "I don't need his help, or yours for that matter."

"Well aren't you just a ball of sunshine," The girl snorted, "I'll be sure to tell him exactly that." She turned for the door before pausing and saying, "I'm Gracelyn by the way. Not that you care."

She then left the bathroom and me standing staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked terrible, my blue eyes were rimmed with dark circles, my cheeks gaunt and my skin abnormally pale.

I was pretty much the definition of 'haunted'.
I wished I could go back and scream at the younger, more naive version of myself for being so fucking stupid.

For letting myself fall into the trap that was Stephan McGarry.

If only I knew.
If I only I knew what he'd do it me.

If only I could stop it.

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i'm on a roll with this book because i have so many ideas

i love them so bad already

and i love you

xoxo

-Freyja