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three.

bridgett.

I have never been the type of girl who cries over a boy. I've always been strong and independent, a wild spirit.

It wasn't like that this time.

I have no clue what came over me as I began crying after he basically told me I was useless. He looked pale, with a straight face. I had never been rejected before. I always thought the girls who cried over boys at school were so dumb, but now I'm one of them.

I quickly rushed out of the classroom, making an effort to not run into anyone, for I didn't feel like speaking to anyone at the moment. I stood by my locker until the bell rang, so I could run to the bathroom and be alone.

I looked like a mess. My mascara was all over my face and my hair was crazy from running my hands through it over and over again.

No wonder he doesn't like me.

I don't know why I had assumed that he wanted more than sex, what a mistake.

I decided to head back to my class, I was already 10 minutes late. I didn't want to have to see Harry again, but I
had no choice. I quickly fixed my appearance in the mirror and made sure I looked halfway decent so Harry doesn't know I was crying.

I still looked like a mess.

I rushed into the classroom, and all yes were on me, as usual. I was used to this kind of attention, but under Harry's gaze my face immediately turned bright red. I walked to my desk, hoping that this class period would go by fast so I could get away from him.

harry.

I had wondered where she went, but all of my thoughts vanished as she strode into the classroom. She looked like she had been crying, and I knew It was because of me.

She was so beautiful, and I don't understand why I turned her down like that. I could've taken her on a date Friday night, and I could kissed her and treated her like she deserves to be treated, like a princess.

The bell rang, and I decided to man up and try to talk to her, but she had already speed walked out of the room, down the hall, and to her best friend. I saw all the guys that stared at her as she walked down the hallway, and I wished that I could just go up to each and every one of them and tell them to back off because she's mine, but she's not.

Nobody could ever understand how badly I needed her. Ever since the first day I saw her, I've had the desire to touch her skin, and to work my way into her heart.

I need a way to get my girl. I will get my girl. She may be angry with me now, but I need her.

I walked up to Bridgett's best friend after Bridgett had left, and asked, "do you have Bridgett's address and phone number?"

She looked at me as if I was crazy,"Why would I give it to you? You hurt her so badly, she never gives guys a chance and she wanted to let you in."

This made my heart wrench,"Listen, I know what I said was wrong but I didn't mean it. I've never been in a relationship either, and I don't know how to handle these feelings. I need her. I know how to get her, but all I need is her address and phone number, please."

She looked around, rolled her eyes, and said,"Fine, but if you tell anybody that I gave you this stuff then your dead."

She quickly wrote down Bridgett's phone number and address on a piece of paper, and passed it to me,"Thank you so much! You won't regret it!"

This may not work, but I might as well try. I've only got one shot to get this right, and if I screw it up then it's over.

Give it a week, and Bridgett will be in my arms. Hopefully.