"Hey" He greeted as he leaned agains her locker on the early Monday morning.
She paused in her actions and let her eye's flicker to the figure standing beside her, but only for a moment before she returned to her previous actions.
"You can't stay mad at me forever, Demi" He stated knowing that she still hadn't forgiven him for what happened that past weekend.
"I can try" She replied coldly.
"Why can't you just forgive me already?" He asked getting frustrated with the incredibly stubborn women that stood before him.
She slammed her locker door shut as she grew more and more impatient with the guy she thought she was in love with. She turned to face him with a stern look on her face "Because you hurt me Wilmer. You let me down and you hurt me, and that's not something I can just forgive at the drop of a hat" She said
He sighed "Have you ever heard of 'forgive and forget'?" He asked.
"Yes, I have. It's something the British do, isn't it?"
"Demi.." He tried as he reached out to embrace her small frame.
"Don't touch me" She snapped. "You know, you think your all that because you have this big bad boy image, and you get suspended from school, you work as a mechanics, you drive a Audi and you drink, but to be truthful, you not. In fact, your a selfish, conceited and vein boy." She said her voice getting louder with every word. " Now if you'll excuse me, I have English." She said before stalking off into the crowd of students.
He sighed before hitting his head against her locker knowing that she won't forgive him for a while.
So, I hear that you got into a fight with your boyfriend, Wilmer?" He said as more of a question as he sat down beside Demi and her friend Marissa at the lunch table.
"He isn't, he wasn't, nor will he ever be my boyfriend." She spat as she took a bite of her sandwich.
"Of course, so you just snuck him out of detention and cut school with him for absolutely no reason?" He asked.
"Why don't you go find your skank of a girlfriend Joe?" She said before standing up from the table and throwing her lunch in the bin before leaving the lunch hall.
"I think she's a bit touchy about the 'Wilmer' situation." He stated dumbly.
"You think?" Marissa asked before repeating Demi's previous actions and leaving the lunch hall.
"So class, I trust you all managed to complete your poems?" He asked earning a groan from the twenty seniors in front of him. "Good." He said with a smile "Is there anyone brave enough to read their's aloud?" He asked not expecting anyone to raise their hand.
Demi looked around at her english class and saw that no one had raised their hand, she looked to her left and saw Wilmer staring intently at the board where Mr. Parker's messy notes were scribbled, she gulped before raising her hand "I will, Sir."
'Thank you." He accepted Demi's offer with a nod. He knew that her poem would be good because she was a very opinionated person that always spoke her mind and did things to please herself, rather then the people around her.
She got up from her chair and walked to the front of the class with her note book that was covered in rock band stickers and random doodles. She opened her note book to the correct page and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear out of nervousness before she began speaking...
"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair, I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare..." She started and glanced at Wilmer for a split second only to see him staring at her. "I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind, I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme, I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie, I hate when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry." She continued with tears starting to form. "I hate it when your not around, and the fact that you don't call, but mostly I hate the way that I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." She finished before silently leaving the class room.
Wilmer closed his eye's as Demi walked passed him, he re opened them when hearing the door open and close. He let his hand slip from under his chin and bang his head against his desk in frustration.
"Is there a problem" Mr. Parker asked Wilmer as he walked back to the front of the class.
"N-, actually, yes there is." He corrected himself before grabbing his bag and leaving the class room.
Demi sat in the driver seat of her old battered car with her head rested on the steering wheel. She sighed, "Fuck my life." She whispered silently to herself. She heard someone clear their throat from beside her and she immediately bolted and sat upright. "What do you want?" She spat when she saw who it was.
"To talk." Wilmer said bluntly before walking round to the other side of the car and slipping into the passenger seat.
"Well, what do you want to talk about?" She asked aggravated as she pulled out of the parking space.
"About why I didn't turn up on Saturday."
She slammed on the breaks as she approached a red light and saw Wilmer fly forward.
"Jesus, Dem!" He exclaimed when he found his seat again.
"Don't cal me that!" She snapped.
"Sorry" He apologised.
"You know, I don't even know why you're sat here talking to me right now, because you obviously aren't interested in me, considering that you completely blew me off on Saturday, a normal person would atl-" She ranted before she got interrupted.
"You tried to kiss me." He said hoping it would stop her from ranting.
"I did what?" She asked bluntly.
He sighed. "After Nick's party on Friday night that your sister forced you to go to, I drove you home because you had main lined the tequila and was totally wasted so you were in no fit state to drive, and just before you stepped out of the car you leaned in to kiss me but I said that we should do that another time, you know, considering you were drunk and most likely wouldn't remember it anyway and then you got al pissed and stormed off." He explained.
"Oh." She said astonished by her own actions. She was a firm believer in not doing anything to please anyone else and was shocked at herself for getting drunk. "I guess I owe you an apology?" She asked as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she carried on driving.
"I'm willing to over look it." He sarcastically noted as he looked out of the window. "Where are you driving to anyway?" He asked.
"If I'm honest, I have no idea" She replied with a laugh.
"I have a question." He stated as he looked at the dark haired figure intently.
"Shoot." She said as she pulled into her driveway.
"Do you really hate the way I cut my hair? And my combat boots? Because I quite like both" He said matter-of-factly.
"The combat boot are okay, I guess. But I prefer your hair longer." She said with a smile as she gazed into Wilmer's brown eyes for a moment.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He asked not wanting an answer.
"You're making me blush." She told him as her cheeks started to turn a dark crimson hue.
"I'm being serious." He said as he placed his finger on her chin to move her face towards his.
"I didn't say you weren't." She said not phased by the fact that they're only centimetres apart.
"Do you ever stop talking?" He whispered.
"My dad asked me that once, but I guess I-" She started to prove a point but got interrupted.
"Stop talking." He commanded before planting a light kiss upon her plump pink lips.
Her eye's fluttered open moments later and a smile grew on her face. " My dad isn't going to like this." She informed him. " But I don't care." She continued before placing her arms around his neck and puling him towards her for another kiss.
