Forgotten Me, Have You?

Chapter 2- Scarred Her For Life

Saffie
"Oh, God. Saff..."
Keep it together, girl. Don't show him you care. You are indifferent. You are indifferent! YOU ARE FREAKIN' INDIFFERENT!!!!!!
"There you go. Glad you finally got it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have class." I turned away, flipping my hair over my shoulder and sauntered away swinging my hips in a way I knew was grabbing the attention of every male in the hall.
Okay, I just have to make it to the bathroom. Then I can fall apart. Just get to the bathroom.
I made my way to the nearest bathroom and pushed open the door. I checked under all the stall doors then turned and locked the main door to the bathroom. I put down my purse and leaned over the sink, my hands gripping the cracked porcelain with all my might.
OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOh
GodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod. Why did he have to be here? And why did he have to look good. God, he's gorgeous, it's so unfair! Why couldn't he at least have grown up hideous? Or, better yet, gotten hit by a bus before I got here. Haven't I gone through enough without having to deal with Ethan Thompson?
I shook my head vigorously, trying to clear it.
Okay, breathe. Get it together. You don't care. You. Don't. Care. About. Anything. Now go out there, make some friends, and knock them all off their feet because you rock. And you DON'T CARE!!!!
I rolled back my shoulders and let my mental pep talk sink in.

Ethan
I knew everyone was starting at me and talking to me but I just couldn't hear them.
I can't believe it's her! Why is she back? Does she blame me for what I did? Oh God, I'm a monster! She's so gorgeous. I shouldn't think that. But she is. No! The guilt! Think about the guilt. Be. Guilty!
I just couldn't take the twittering of ask the idiots around me any longer, so I just walked away and into the nearest empty classroom. I knew my best friend, Seth, was following me. Seth was the only person who knew anything about Saffie, and even he didn't know much. We had only just become friends when the stuff with Saff went down and he knew how devastated I was, even if he didn't know all the details. "Hey," he said in his soft, calm voice "are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" I snapped while concentrating all my efforts on not ripping the chair I was holding onto into pieces. "D'you wanna talk about it?" The urge to commit chairicide was growing stronger, limiting my remaining brain power to creating one word answers. "No." "So that was Saffie." "Yes." "Are you going to tell me what you did to her?" "No." "D'you think she's still mad?" "Yes." "She's really hot." The only response I could manage st this point was a low growl. Seth chuckled quietly and pushed his square, thick-framed glasses up his nose. "Whatever you did can't have been that bad. She probably doesn't even remember." I shot him a look and rolled my eyes. "Believe me, it was that bad." "Ethan, the last time you saw her, you were seven years old. What could a child do that she would still resent you nine years later?" I took a deep breath and slowly released the chair, standing up and rolling back my shoulders as I prepared to answer. "I scarred her for life."