Dear Sweet Love - Phan

Sixteen.

Friday, November 27th, 2015;

Phillip's diary, #2 transcription:
She stopped. Tessa stopped.
She stopped meeting me in the morning with her friends at my locker. She stopped beating me up.
She stopped yelling things at me.
And she's being.... Kind. I'm suspicious. Really suspicious.
Her friends are not following her anymore, and they don't send me glares either. Some of them even smiled.
I'm scared. It's worst than before. I'm so confused. What's happening? Why did they stop bullying me? Why?
At least, I knew what was happening before. Now I just... Don't know. My head is a complete mess.
Tessa, one morning, met me at my locker. Like every day. Her friends weren't there, but it didn't surprise me, sometimes she punched me alone and still got me, as weak as I am. I closed my eyes, waited until she did her job. But she didn't. She just stared at me until I opened my eyes again. I heard her mumble a "sorry", then passed me a piece of paper and went away.
It confused me a lot, then I took a look at the paper. I wanted to destroy it, to just throw it in the bin beside me. It was hers, that person that I despised the most. I wanted to burn it, to watch it disappear. I wanted it to crumble and die. I wanted it to be her, so I could just destroy her as easily as it is with that note. To just rip it and drop it on the floor, like she did for me almost every day. But I'm weak. And curious.
I just unfolded it and looked at the message inside.
Meet me at lunch at the back of the store please, I need to tell you something
I thought, "They're probably going to beat me up, school's probably not safe enough for them now."
But I didn't mind. It was worth trying, and anyway I was used to getting injured these days. At least I wouldn't be as confused.
So lunch came by, I grabbed my money and got to the store at the corner where students sometimes came to buy crisps and chocolates with their friends. I used to come here with Amber and Sam to buy ice cream in summer, until I broke up with Amber and Sam decided to ask her out. Now Sam won't talk to me for some reason, so I'm left alone.
I saw Tessa sitting on the sidewalk, and she noticed me too, her eyes that I hated so much gazing in my direction.  None of her friends were at her side, and she was playing with her hands. One of her characteristics; she's pretty. Not hot, but pretty. Her eyes are a green that turns yellow, long lashes, red full lips, short dark brown hair and pink cheeks. She looks cute, but when she throws punches, you can see the fire in her irises. The evil in herself. Just by thinking about it I want to puke.
She stood up and pointed me a place under a tree where no one could see us. I asked:
"What do you want?"
She just sighed and walked to the tree. When she noticed I wasn't following, she said:
"I'll tell you, just follow me dumba-, sorry."
I decided that I wanted to know, so I paced to the tree, bent down and sat on the ground, hidden behind the branches so nobody could see me. Tessa did the same. She then told me:
"I'm sorry."
I chuckled darkly.
"Like it's going to change a thing."
She replied, after a moment:
"I really am. I-I just wanted to have friends."
"Right. Then why did you drag me into your problems? So you could be 'popular'? Because I'm weak? It's stupid."
"I know, and I'm sorry.."
I started yelling.
"I don't give a shit about that!"
"That's why I was going to ask you to be friends..."
"Do you think I'd want to be friends with you? You beated me up! You destroyed me! I hate you! No- I despise you!"
I got up, and ran. I heard her yell:
"LEARN TO LIKE ME THEN!"
I arrived at school, took my things, and went home. Our house was 1 hour away of walk, and since I didn't have any cars available, that's what I did. I walked until I saw the house, and prepared myself to be yelled at because I left school. But mom wasn't home, probably with her second boyfriend, and dad was working as usual.
When I returned school the next day, no one bullied me. And Tessa smiled at me, even tried helping me with my homeworks. I'm sure she's planning something. This is scary. I want to die.