Fantasy or reality?

Chapter 3

I was frozen. The boy of my dreams was now surrounded with all of his friends, ready to fire ketchup balloons at me.

I feel a sharp pain in my chest as Conner yells 'fire'.

Not long after, I'm covered in ketchup. Must I mention, I hate ketchup.

Everyone was laughing, Including Conner.

My eyes filled with tears and no one seemed to care or notice.

Conner's smile fades as he sees the tears run down my face and drip off my chin. Why would his smile fade? He's the one that planned this crap.

I turn and run out the door not caring who saw me covered in ketchup.

"KATIE!"

I heard my name being yelled from a very familiar voice that could only be...Conner's.

He tugs at my arm causing shivers up my arm.

"Please stop?" Conner asks out of breath.

"Why should I? I'm just some joke, right?"

I could feel anger rising in my body. I could just scream at him right now.

"Jeez. I'm sorry if I was trying to hide my feelings for you by showing my friends I'm not some romantic guy that wants a date with a cute, awesomely beautiful girl"

My heart stops at his last words. Did he honestly like me or was this just a joke too?

"How do I know you're not joking around now?"

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. There was a huge crowd around us now but it didn't matter. I was embarrassed enough having ketchup all over me.

"If I was joking, would I do this?"

He then takes my face in his hands and kisses me.

I'm shocked at the sudden event.

He pulls away and the only thing I can think of is him standing there with the ketchup balloons.

I pivot and run in the opposite direction. Leaving Conner standing alone in the middle of the huge crowd.

What on earth was I doing? Conner kissed me and, I just left him there. Alone. I feel like such a dough face.

I'm out of the school now. I run to the nearest corner and slide down to the ground. I instantly put my head in my hands and tears slide down my cheeks like a slip and slid.

I'm so confused. How could someone like Conner like someone as ugly, stupid and fat as me.

The bell rang signalling it was time to go home. I just sat there as everyone passed looking at me and laughing. I didn't seem to mind at this point. Things were getting complicated. Too complicated.

A few hours later, I decided to go home.

Just as I opened up the door, I'm being stabbed with a million questions from my mom.

"Where have you been?! School ended two hours ago!! You know that right?! Katie!! Answer me!!"

My moms voice only made tears run down my face faster.

"Yes mom, I do realize school ended two hours ago!" My voice cracked.

"Don't talk to me like that" My mom only seemed to get madder as the conversation went on.

"What's your excuse now, young lady?"

My mom crossed her arms and looked at me narrowing her eyebrows.

"I simply don't have one you'll believe"

I ran up to my room not caring what she had to say.

My phone buzzed from my side table. Just another day I forgot my phone on my side table.

Big mistake.

I run my fingers through my hair as I read the twenty five messages from my mom. Deleting every single one of them.

Why does she care? I could've died and she still wouldn't lift a finger to call the police.

I was a huge mistake. Maybe I should've killed myself when I had the chance..