Taken

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Before I continue this story, I'd just like to mention a few facts.

°This isn't your everyday teen love Romance story. It includes themes such as angst, depression, hurt, revenge, stupidity .. And just a bit of Love?

°This is not going to have any bit of comedy. It is a dark story with dark plots.

°It is not going to be a very detailed story. A short story if you may.

Keep reading,

~Chelle.

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I couldn't help dabbing at my eyes a million times per minute during biology class. Mrs Dublin stood at the front of the class, elaborating on the structure of the leaf, phloem and such.

I was rather ashamed of myself that my mind was anywhere but there. Conners harsh words had struck me.

Stay away from Jeff. He'd said, referring to my ex boyfriend. Almost as if I was really the reason for everything.

With a sigh, I focused my attention on the blank paper on my notebook, watching a few tear droplets splatter on them, ruining their perfection.

Beside me, a seat creaked, signifying someone's presence. Ever since last week, there was only one person who would've dared sit near me or come close to me. My so called friends had been nowhere to be found, leaving me alone in my time of need.

I'd wanted to be the strong girl that didn't give a sh8t about what anyone thought, but he'd broken me, beyond repair.

"Hey" the soprano voice spoke in a melodious whisper.

Was she referring to me?

Quickly, I wiped the remains of salty liquid from my eyes and produced a small shriveled smile at the owner of the voice.

Beulah Jaden. With her blonde chin length Bob hair, her dark eyes, and smallish stature you'd almost think she was made in heavens bathtub itself.

She stared at me with concern, her eyebrows nearly joint together due to her worry, her worry for me.

"Are you okay? " she asked, a frown etching unto her lips. Beulah could have been said to be a rebel, admist her almost reaching average height, and her innocent appearance.

It was a miracle she was even speaking to me. She'd warned me. Apparently, I wasn't one of those girls that was meant to have a happily ever after, at least not with Jefferson.

But sadly, I wasn't one to listen to instructions either. I'd gone ahead, decided to let myself fall despite all the rumours. And what had I gotten out of it?

Nothing. Nothing but pain and angst. My conscience seemed to answer for me.

I let another tear slide down from my eyes unto the notebook. It wasn't like the teacher was going to notice. It was obvious she'd left her rimmed glasses at home from the way her light blue eyes squinted as she tried explaining the structure of the plant, again, to the class.

"Sai " her voice broke into my head." You can't let them see you like this. You have to get back up. "

In other words,' I told you so'.

But I did as she said and used my sleeves to wipe the remains of tears and shut my book close.

" Okay " my voice sounded cracked, defeated, weak, deeply in contrast with how it used to be. And that was the last of her questions I replied to during the rest of the lesson

It was the first time I'd spoken to anyone since the past week.

With the exception of Conner of course.

*

Second, third, and fourth period had gone by as smoothly as it could've. It was just the usual whispering of my fellow classmates, pulling of my hair-much to Beulah's disappointment - and a few face to face insults, mostly by the opposing person.

Sighing, I dropped my lunch on the eight seater cafeteria table, Beulah had an art project to do and so she was skipping lunch all together. Leaving me alone. Vulnerable. Helpless.

A fish in a tank full of sharks. Once sitting, I swirled the macaroni with my fork, trying to avoid the airy and hateful gazes given to me. And I was actually succeeding.

I had managed to swallow a whole fork full of macaroni and was actually feeling less claustrophobic.

Maybe today wouldn't be so bad. After all, it was simply a little warning by stupid conner who obviously didn't know how much of a devil the person he was defending was.

You loved him. My subconscious reminded me, and it took nearly everything I had not to burst into tears at that very moment. Instead I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes.

When I opened them, I'd been hoping to have my gaze fixed to my food, but instead, it was averted to the footsteps that came from my left. The cafeteria door.

I felt my lips tremble in hurt as Jeff walked into the cafeteria, followed by conner who didn't even bother to acknowledge my presence.

Then Jeff' gaze traveled across the cafeteria till it landed on me. His dirty blonde hair was neatly combed and styled, not in curls like his best friend's.

Wait..

Was that emotion written on his face? It couldn't be.

His blue green eyes stared immensely at me for a moment and if I was stupid, I'd probably think he still had feelings for me.

Bullshit.

When I spared another glance at them, I noticed the hateful glare conner was giving me, his hands balled into fists while his girlfriend tried to persuade him to calm down.

I decided to ignore his hateful gaze and focus back on Jeff, but it wasn't them who I was concerned about anymore .

It was the girl under the arm of my ex boyfriend.

She'd gotten him back, but I'd lost him again, and this time. We were gone for good.

*

Some ending eh? Remember to vote and comment.

Just another notice, I'm not one of those writers that will jump to main characters Falling in love. You have to understand that she's in some pain and she won't automatically fall in love again. It is progression that leads to love and I will appreciate if you are all patient.

Do you hate or love Jeff? What do you think happened between he and saddie?

Who hates conner?

~Chelle.