The Strawberry Girl & The Stupid Boy

Chapter 7

That's Chris with her hairstyle------>

James.

James. I trusted you.

How could you do this to me?

Trembling, I forced my eyes open and felt hot tears trickle down my cheeks, slowly dropping on my pillow. I shut my eyes and took a deep, long breath.

I can do this.

Be strong.

The flashbacks from my past started only recently, but they were having a very strong effect on me.

Daddy, I miss you.

The flashbacks are returning.  I need to get up.

Groaning, I forced myself out of the comforts of my bed and walked moodily to the restroom. While scrubbing my teeth a little harder than necessary, I examined my reflection. My dark brown hair was in a messy bun and my eyes were glistening with tears. Blinking them back, I spit out the paste and rinsed my mouth. I looked back up and scowled when I saw more sneaky tears slide down my tender cheeks. I roughly wiped them away and sighed heavily.

I am strong, and am going to stay that way.

And I will make sure of that.

I smile made its way on my lips.

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"You actually did something to your hair today." Ethan stated while observing me intently. 

"Stop looking at me, Jerk."

"My name is Ethan, for your kind information."

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'.

"It's jerk, and it will stay Jerk."

"Christina!" He whined.

"Shut up! It's Chris!"

An evil grin formed on his lips.

"It's Christina, and it will stay Christina."

"Dude, stop stealing my lines."

"Nope." He popped the 'p'.

"What the heck?"

His laughter rang in my ears. I couldn't help but smile.

'Your funny, Christina." I scowled.

"It's Chris, Jerk!"

He pinched my cheeks teasingly before I swatted it away.

"You're cute."

"Shut up."

"Your even cuter when you get mad."

I blushed and looked down to make sure he didn't see it. We were on the bus at the moment, and it felt strange to be talking to someone. I'm so used to being alone and depressed. The jerk was actually highering my spirits. 

"Christina."

"What." I snapped, annoyed. He snapped his fingers in front of my eyes and I blinked stupidly.  He chuckled.

"Come on, the bus stopped." His hands made his way into mine but I pulled it away. He looked up in shock and something else I couldn't exactly make out. 

"I'm fine on my own, thanks." I said with dignity and made my way out of the bus, all by myself.

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"Want some help with that?" 

I was carrying multiply bags on my arms and a heavy, large backpack slinged on my shoulder. I was nearly collapsing, and I knew I couldn't hold all this any longer. On a normal day I would've declined any help from Ethan, but at the moment, I couldn't care less.