Gang Romance

17: Am I that beautiful to stare at?

Crystal's POV

Everyone's eyes are now on me, filled with sympathy. I guess the news had spread then. I hate people knowing about what's happening to me. Like, is my life a book that people wants to read? It's none of your business, people!

It had been 2 weeks since I had been kidnapped and shot. I didn't want to go to school, but they told me I had to. It's senior year, the most important year in school. Senior year helps you get to college, and that's why I'm here, even though I didn't want to.

As I walked to go to my locker, people's eyes are still on me, scanning my bruises. Some people are looking at me with fear, maybe thinking that I could kill them any minute now. So, they had heard about my fighting skills then... Nice. They know that they can't mess with me now.

"Hey, Crystal." Someone behind me say as I open my locker. "Since when had you been a good fighter?"

I turned around, meeting a pair of eyes, a beautiful eyes, but I know for now that it is nothing but beautiful. Behind his eyes are filled with demons. Sometimes, people can know what they are by their eyes, but I sure as heck can't understand what is held at Declan's eyes. But now I see that his eyes are ugly, like his heart.

"Well, I am a good fighter. I guess you weren't a good boyfriend to know that I was. And let me tell you, every time I was training, punching a punching bag, I thought about your stupid looking ass face." I replied. His eyes changed into something I couldn't understand and changed back into how it was, ugly. Memories of my dream flashed through my mind. I slammed my locker shut, forcefully, causing other people around to flinch. Ugh!

"You know you can't hate me for the rest of your life. We had something. You can't just forget about that." He told me as if I was the one who wounded him and threw salt all over it.

"Well look who's talking. Yes, we had something. But who was the one who threw it like it's a piece of trash? Wow, you guessed right, it's you! You're the one who forgot about it! You're the one who hurt me! You're the one who made my life like hell! You were the only one who knew I was afraid of love! You know I was sensitive about love! I trusted you.

Trust isn't something you can just get, easily. Sometimes trust is like accepting a candy, happily, but sometimes that candy has something inside it, like it's drugged. Accepting a candy from a stranger can kill you sometimes, just like trust." I ranted and people around me are looking at me like I just fell from heaven. Some people are clapping and some people are just gaping from what I had just said.

I never thought I would say all that to him, in front of everyone else too.

"Well, you can guys thank me for the entertainment I gave you later on." I did a curtsy. And by that, I walked down the hallway just as the bell rang. What a show, I thought to myself.

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It's lunch time. And I was already exhausted from the stares I had gotten. Teachers were asking me if I was all right. I'm sick of if. They kept looking at me once in a while like a student behind me would take their guns out and shoot me. Um.. I'm not a baby, you know? And I had survived. It's been 2 weeks anyways. I'm okay.

But sometimes, okay is just a word, not a feeling. Sometimes, when you say you're okay, you're just saying it to make people feel happy and relief. Including myself.

It's now lunch time. As I open the door for the cafeteria, people are now staring at me, again. The cafeteria is now silent. Don't worry, they'll get over it soon tomorrow.

"What? Am I that beautiful to stare at that long? Well, take a picture, it'll last longer. Don't forget to write an article under it about the day I got shot and kidnapped. Oh, and don't forget to write how I could kick butts." I shouted, loud enough so people at the end could hear me. That made all of them go back to what they were doing. Good.

"Someone's sassy," Wesley said as I sat down, food on my hands.

"Blame it on those nosy people. Seriously, it's none of their business. I'm sure if I write a book about myself, they would read it over and over again." I told them. Shane smirked.

"Would there be sex scenes in them? I would read THAT over and over again." His back to his pervert self. Shane, curse you.

"No, but there would be a chapter where you will get killed by my character." I said. His eyes widened. And I smirked. People around the table is now saying 'ooooh, burn' or 'Slaaayyy'.

"Maybe I-" he was interrupted by my brother.

"Shut up, Shane. Nobody like you and your pervert brain." He told Shane, who is now glaring at him. Yeah, shut up, Shane.

A girl passed by our table, eyeing me. I narrowed my eyes at her, and that made her yelped. People looked at her and then at me.

I drank my soda and looked around our table, and made eye contact with Austin. He stared at me for a minute and looked at the cafeteria doors. I looked at the cafeteria doors and back at him. He nodded, standing up and walking towards it. People didn't seem to notice though.

I stood up and followed him. What could he possibly want to tell me? I should thank him, too, from saving my life with Carson.

I followed him out the school parking doors then he suddenly stopped and turned around. I looked at him, confused.

"You know I cared about you, right?" He asked me. That confused me even more. I nodded and opened my mouth, about to tell him something but he quickly interrupted me.

"You had no idea how long I had cared for you." He whispered, looking at my lips then back at my eyes. I didn't have time to say something as he leaned over. What is he trying to do? Is he going to kiss me?

He tried to lean closer but I asked him, "What are doing?"

"What I was suppose to do from a long time ago." Then his lips crashed into mine. I widened my eyes, debating whether to push him away or not.

I tried not to kiss him back, 'cause if I did, he would think I liked him back. He's cute and attractive, but I only like him as a friend. Nothing more. But I couldn't help it, I leaned in closer, deepened the kiss. I just realized that he liked me. He has been there for me all the time. He was always sweet and caring. Why can't I like a guy like him?

He pulled apart and looked directly into my eyes. And said, "I like you, Cris. A lot. Please like me back."

I sighed. And I was about to say something, but something else caught my attention. Carson. Standing by the door. Oh gosh... Not that I care, but oh gosh.

Austin followed my gaze and Carson stiffened. "Sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Carson asked.

"To be honest, yeah. Kind of, but that's all right." Austin then leaned in and whispered something.

I saw Carson roll his eyes as Austin walk past him. We were left alone and we were staring at each other.

I awkwardly smiled at him. And I saw him tensed up. He didn't do anything else though. He didn't smile back at me either. I felt crushed.

He just walked away. I opened my mouth and was about to say something but he turned back and shook his head. What?

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