Brittany POV
"Brittany!" I turn around to see who is calling me. I see Blake running towards me, having a hard time getting through the crowds of people, with his masculine body.
I turn around and start to walk as quickly away from him as possible. "Brittany!"
I keep my head down and keep walking fast. He grabs onto my arm, and makes me stop. "Brittany!" He says panting a little.
Me getting very impatient with him, not wanting to be late to class, snaps at him. "What!" I snap at him. I'm still mad at him for embarrassing me in class yesterday. Especially when I wasn't feeling well.
"Why are you ignoring me?" He asks.
"No reason. Now let me go." I say trying to yank away from him. His grip only tightens so I can't get away. I start to hyperventilate. This is too familiar.
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"Come here Brittany, I just want to ask you a question." He says slowly walking towards me."W-what question?" I say.
"You broke up with me. Did I tell you you could break up with me? No." He says coming closer.
"You cheated on me! I caught you! After what you did you deserve to be alone." I yell at him. That was a wrong answer.
"What did you just say to me?" He says pushing me against the wall, pinning my arms above my head. "You don't get to talk to me like that." He growls.
His grip on my wrists tighten. He smirks, and dips his head down to the crook of my neck. He starts to grind into me, while kissing my neck.
"Let go of me!" I yell.
He throws me across the room, and I hit my head on the wall. I cry in pain, and hold my head.
He walks out leaving me in a small puddle of blood, sweat and my pain.
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I'm starting to cry. "Blake, let go of me""No, why are you ignoring me?"
"Please Blake, please I'm begging you." He looks at my face and he drops my wrist suddenly. He looks down at his feet and mumbles sorry.
"No Blake, no, sorry isn't enough! That hurt!"
"I'm sorry,"
"You want to know why I'm so mad at you?! You embarrassed me! In front of the class! We never slept together. Side by side, but never, never did we have sex! I would never have sex with you anyways. You're an arrogant jerk!" I start to cry. I thought he was my friend. We have everyone's attention on us.
"Bri-,"
"I thought we were friends. I thought you might have changed from this ruthless person, to this, this nice person, who was soft inside, not some stupid jerk. But no! I was wrong. So wrong! You haven't changed at all. You're still a cold jerk. And I hate you for it!" I yell at him, while tears start to fall. Traiterous tears. I swore I wasn't gonna cry in front of him. That I would be strong. Now look at me now.
"Thanks for nothing Blake," I say in a small voice. I walk off in the direction of the girls bathroom. I wipe my tears.
It's clear now. I liked Blake. But I'm not so sure anymore.
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Blake POV"You want to know why I'm so mad at you?! You embarrassed me! In front of the class! We never slept together. Side by side, but never, never did we have sex. I would never have sex with you anyways! You're an arrogant jerk!" She starts to yell at me. She looks like she's on the verge of crying.
"Bri-,"
"I thought we were friends! I thought you might have changed from this ruthless person, to this, this nice person, who was soft inside, not some stupid jerk. But no! I was wrong! So wrong! You haven't changed at all. You're still a cold jerk. And I hate you for it!" Tears start to slide down her cheeks. I so badly want to wipe them off, hug her and kiss her, kiss her tears away.
"Thanks for nothing, Blake." She says, her once loud voice changing into a small voice. She walks off leaving me there speechless.
What have I done?
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My Badboy
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