Key To Her Heart | Gabe De Guzman |

Chapter Six

Analyn's POV:

2 Weeks Later...

     Gabe was finally starting to pass Chemistry. He was getting close to a C plus. I told him that he could stop coming to me if he needed to, and if he ever needed help he could always come to me. We've gotten really close in these past two weeks, but you know. There will always be the part where I love him and a part where I hate him. 

     I sit at my desk to complete some of my homework. I have so much to do. I need to complete French essay, History questions, Calculus problems, a never ending series of homework. Especially someone like me who is trying to get all of her credits done so she doesn't need to worry about senior year. I feel my phone ringing in my pocket. It's Gabe. 

"Hello?" I answer. 

"Analyn. I need to tell you something." Gabe replies. 

"What is it?" I ask him. 

"Well, there's this girl I like and we've known each other for a while and I wanna ask her out." He explains, talking really fast. 

"And...?" I need further explanation. 

"Well, I need advice. How should I ask her out?" Gabe sighs. 

"Um.. I don't know. Posters and flowers are so overrated. I guess you should take her on a nice walk to the park and have a moonlit picnic there." I explain, but smiling. 

"Thanks. I'll use that idea. Denise is gonna love this." He cheers. "Bye." And the line went dead. 

     My heart shattered. Denise? Pretty girl Denise? Head cheerleader, brown hair, green eyes, good grades, in shape, giggly. Her? At least she isn't blonde or that would be so CLICHE. I mean I understand why. She's pretty, she's smart, and she's athletic. She's his type. 

Who knew you could love and hate one person at the same time? 

"Analyn..?" Melissa knocks on my door lightly. 

"Yes?" I manage to whisper out. 

"Are you okay?" She comes in and sits on my bed. 

"I don't know anymore.." I shed a tear. "I hate him. I love him." 

"Oh honey." She hugs me. "Teenage years are the worst. Trust me it gets better." 

"When?" I look at her and she gives me some sad eyes. 

"Soon. Look, I may not be your real mother, but I'm trying." She puts her hand on my shoulder. 

"You ARE my real mother. I don't care if you're biologically related to me or not." I shake my head. 

"You've accepted me?" Melissa smiles. 

"I always have."  I shrug and smile. 

"Thanks. But just know, boys come and go. But they'll find their way back to the right girl." She winks and walks out. 

     I sit in my room, thinking. Why am I so attached to him? He made my life a living nightmare. 

Flashback..

"You're so stupid Analyn." Gabe yells at me. 

"What did I do wrong?" I flinch at his yelling. 

"EVERYTHING." He throws his hands up in the air. 

"I don't understa-" I speak up.

"Why? Why are you always so depressed?" He shoves me. 

"I don't get what you me-" I shake my head. 

"Maybe the only reason your mom left you was because you always cried. You always needed someone to give you attention. Your mom was right to leave you and your dad." He shoves me once again. 

"What?" I say. I didn't know what to say at all. 

"You're just an idiot. I wish I never had dealt with your problems. Go kill yourself if you keep thinking about it." Gabe walks out of my room. 

I sit and cry. He was my one and only...

I shuddered. He told me to go kill myself. He told me I was stupid. He told me I was an idiot. He wished he was never there for me. And then I remembered, he was my bully. He bullied me throughout freshman and sophomore year. Shoved in lockers, books dropped, name calling. Everything. I remembered the first time I cut because of him. The first time I watched blood drip from my wrists. 

I fell in love with my best friend. I was still in love with my bully. Now, I'm still in love with Gabe. I had never stopped. Why didn't I listen to him? I should've just killed myself. Everything would've been better that way. But here I am. I'm still living. 

I cry back to the flashbacks. I keep shedding tears. Why does he mean so much to me? Why am I always dissing him? I wish I knew. 

I hate you. I love you. I hate that I love you. 

"You were the best thing that happened to me..." I whisper. 

Gabe's POV:

I miss her. I miss that I can't have her. I wonder is she misses me like I miss her. But here I am, asking out a head cheerleader. I don't understand why she can't trust me. I always have the urge to kiss her when she smiles. I suddenly remember why. I told her to go kill herself. I bullied her. I am such a idiot. 

I love her, but she can't love me back. I love her, but she can't trust me again. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. I feel angry at myself. I feel upset. I miss the old days. Where me and her would hang out and not have a care in this world. I miss the old us. I miss everything. Everything about us. 

"Trust me again. Please Analyn.." I talk to myself. "You know I love you." 

had the courage to write. im not as upset as i was. but like, if im in a POUTY mood, dont freaking ask why. it'll piss me off more. like legit so many people came up to me and said, "WOW YOU LOOK SAD." well no duh sherlock. anyways, my life doesn't really matter. 

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