Hurt

Chapter 28 [Part 3 of Bella's P.O.V]

Hi guys! Sorry I haven't written in a while. I was on vacation, actually! I hope you enjoy this chapter... it will definitely make your wait for this chapter worthwhile :)

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BELLA'S P.O.V

CHAPTER 28

I saw my coat hung on the door, and I thought that maybe I should just leave without confronting Darla herself. There was so much I wanted to say to her, so much I wanted to call her out on. She took my friendship I was willing to give her and threw it on the floor. All she wanted to do was prove to me that she was a little goody-two shoes at first, but a complete slut and jerk in the end. I'm not exactly sure that that was her exact goal, but I was almost positive.

I grabbed my jacket without thinking and sprinted out the door, almost tripping on a sleeping boy on the pathway to Darla's house. Then I realized it was Peter.

I had liked Peter in the beginning of the night. He seemed nice and caring, and he definitely got my mind off of Zayn. But when Zayn decided to show up in the middle of the night to come save me, I remembered how caring and sweet Zayn could be, and I forgot about Peter for a couple minutes. Not to mention I was blackout drunk and high and couldn't think about more than one thing at a time.

"Peter?" I said as I took hold of his white shirt and shook. He had long eyelashes, almost like Zayn, and he opened his eyes the fifth time I shook him and revealed dark, chocolate colored irises.

"Why are you shaking me, Bella?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and smiling. Zayn used to do that all the time. I shook my head. I needed to forget thinking about Zayn. But every little thing a boy, even a girl, would do, I would connect it back to the things Zayn used to do.

"I'm trying to wake you up," I said, sighing. Peter tried to sit up, but failed, laying his head in the wet grass once more. "You were drunk. And possibly high."

"What time is it?" he asked, pushing me off and standing up immediately. I was surprised by his sudden movement and jumped back, shaking my head and looking at my watch.

"It's only 11:45," I said.

"Only?" Peter said, running down the sidewalk. "I'm late for class!"

I watched him run down the street and almost considered telling him that it was a Saturday. I laughed and shook my head, gathering my coat and keys up from the ground and walking over to my car. But it was gone. What? I said to myself, shaking my head viciously. "No, no, no, no, no!" I yelled, stomping over to where my car should've been. I looked up and saw a sign near where my former parking spot used to be. "No parking after 12 AM," it read. "Fuck!" I yelled, kicking the metal sign. It had hurt my toe, but I was too angry to care. I couldn't walk home because it would take me at least two or three hours, and I didn't have that kind of time. I had considered going back into Darla's house and demanding she give me a ride home, but I decided I didn't want to talk to her now. Not yet.

"You need a ride?" I heard someone say from next to me. I looked to my right and saw a pretty blonde-haired girl driving a black Mini Cooper. I looked it up and down. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

I chuckled uncomfortably. Who was this girl, and why was she offering me a ride? How did she know I needed a ride? "Sure," I said hesitantly, not thinking that she might murder me in the car and drive me into a faraway forest and bury my body where no one would ever find it. That's not going to happen, you're being paranoid, a part of me said. Yeah, there was a small chance of that happening. Still, she had that crazy look in her eyes. But that only made me more curious. I opened the car door and stepped in, smiling.