Why

Chapter 2

Hey guys this is a quick authors note, im so sorry for not publishing sooner. Ive been busy and going through alot the past few months, but Instead of staring at Sam from Supernatural I'm
going to try to publish more as my new years resolution. Anyways here's Chapter 2.

~Nathan's P.O.V~

Ugh that girl she's mad at me again over nothing. What did I even do! I huffed and started walking to school. I know she's in pain, but she doesn't want anyone to know. It sucks she doesn't know that I love her, but she still gets jealous and acts like we're a couple. It makes me so mad sometimes. She is so confusing, one minute she's all happy and trusting, and the next she freezes me out. I don't know what her problem is. When I get to school the schools "popular" greets me. Everything about her is so steryotypical, even her name is. Carla, yep her name is Carla. People in her Clique call her Car. Like really Car that is a dumb nickname. Normal people call her " The Wicked B**ch of the West." I call her other names too, but that's not important. Carla is the fakest person you will ever meet. She dyed her red hair platinum blonde. She has blue eyes, but she always cakes on makeup and wears clothes that are way too small for her. The bimbo claims to be 90 pounds but she lies. Never eats much which makes her a twig. All the girls still envy after her and the guys still want her. It's so stupid.  She came running. (well more like a speed walk in her nine inch heels) The barbie threw her arms around me and pecked my cheek, while I was trying not to cringe. In the corner of my eye I seen Stella, she caught me staring and ran off. The witch was still stuck to me saying crap in my ear.

                    " Heeyy Nathan" she said trying to be suductive.

"Hi" was my short reply.

                       "What are you doing later?" she squeaked while petting my arm.

"working"

                 "After work I was thinking we coul-"

"No I don't want to hang out with you!" With that I shook her off and went to search for Stella in the one place I was almost sure to find her, I found Stella crying in the library.

"Stella?"

                   "What do you want!"

" I want to talk to you."

             "We have nothing to say..."

"Why are you so mad at me?''

          " Why am I mad! Why there are plenty of reasons. 1. talking crap about me   2. flirting with my bully  3. lying to me.... and lastly well this is the best one yet, you made me fall for someone who will never love me."

She counted them out but all I can do is stare at her. I'm pretty sure my mouth is hanging open right now. Mainly because of the last one. I keep trying to speak but no words come out all I do is stare.

"exactly" she said shakily. She got up to leave but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me, it was then that I did the dumbest thing ever. I kissed her. She seemed shocked but quickly responded. Just seconds later she stepped back and glared at me. Her hand went up and came across my face with a loud smack.

"leave me alone." was her last words before she left me hurt and empty.

~Stella's P.O.V~

I can't believe the nerve he has. He knows exactly what he did and still kisses me. He was just trying to mess with me.  I was walking home only to hear yelling.

"GET OUT I HATE YOU!" my dad screamed at my mom.

Her reply was what killed me the most.

" Fine I'll leave" she said with tears streaming down her face.

I followed my mom to her room seeing her getting out her suitcases. I tried to go with her but she wouldn't let me. All she did was hug me and say " I love you." before she walked out the door. I turned to my dad and slapped him. All he did was grab my hair and drag me to my room. He threw me on the floor and said " don't you dare leave this room or else." I don't know what possesed me to say " or else what" because all I got was slapped hard across the face. With that he left making sure to lock me in, so I couldn't leave. I stomped over to my closet and grabbed my backpack. I dumped all its contents on my floor and filled it back up with clothes, my phone, my diary, essentials and my favorite stuffed animal. I hid my school stuff because I wasn't going. Instead tomorrow I was going to Nathans. Even if we fought I know he wouldn't deny me a place to stay.

~The next day~

My dad let me out of the house telling me to come right home after school. Little did he know I wasn't coming home at all. Instead of walking to school I started my walk to Nathans.

pic of Nathan ^^^
The song is Blame it On The Rain by he is we.
I thought it would be perfect to describe how Stella feels about Nathan.