A week later
It's been week since me and Dan have started dating. It's been going really good. He was basically my bully, and after all this time, I've loved him all along. I smiled at the thought, and walked into the cafeteria.
I immediately stopped smiling. Dan and his friends began pointing and laughing at me. Dan shoved me, he never hit me or touched me harshly like that before.
"Hey fat pig." He said with a scoff, he then continued, " Oh my god, I can't believe you actually thought I would love someone like you? You're just emo trash, no one likes you, let alone love you. Desperate bitch"
Ouch. That hurt. Bad.
But the anger began boiling in my chest and I swear steam could've come out of my ears. I slapped him. Hard. The sound of the smack rung throughout the cafeteria. I didn't realize I was crying. I looked in his eyes, they were filled with sorrow and regret. I knew it was fake.
"This was just a game? Howell, you're going to regret doing that to me. You'll see. Just you wait. I'm going to make your life a living hell. You'll never want to see another day again." I spat, and with that, I pushed him to the floor and walked out of the cafeteria.
I'm here now. On the floor of my bedroom. After that scene, I went directly home. I didn't want to face anyone. My window was open, I couldn't breathe. I'm sobbing on this cold, freezing floor.
Almost as cold as Dan's heart.
Dan's P.O.V
Stupid. It was a stupid thing to do. God, I fucking hate peer pressure. I hurt her. Terribly. I hate myself. I want to die. I'm standing in front of her house. I hear sobbing. I know it's her. My heart is shattered. I'm the reason she's crying. I run to my room. Look out my window.
There she is. Laying on her floor. Crying. Oh god. What have I done.
"Alex, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry." I whisper to myself. I began crying. And after 10 minutes I hear her yell at my window.
"I hope you're happy now, Howell. I thought you loved me. But you were right! No one cares! No one loves me! I should just die, I'm just a waste of oxygen!"
And with that, she held up a bottle of pills and a bottle of vodka. I immediately jumped to the tree in between our houses and jump to her patio.
"Please, please don't. I love you, please don't. I need you! I need you to yell at me from your window to turn down my music, I need to hear you sing to me while strumming on your guitar. I need you coming over and us playing piano together. I need to see your beautiful face everyday I can't live with myself if you leave. Please, I'm so sorry." I pleaded, crying my eyeballs out. And so was she. She looked up and looked in my eyes.
"I need you, too. But you don't love me. And I can't live with myself with that, why did you say those, horrid.... things?"
"They told me if I didn't, they would hurt you. I couldn't let that happen..I couldn't... and they didn't....but i.... I did..." my voice trailed off. She hugged me, that was unexpected. I was shocked at first, but I soon melted into the hug. It was the most meaningful hug I have ever gotten. She pulled away, and smiled. I couldn't help but smile as well.
"Howell, you got me you idiot." She said, wiping tears away. I grinned at kissed her cheek. "Do you mean I got you, as a prank or something? Or as I got you from playing tag, ooooorrrr I got you as I can still call you mine?" I said, hope in my voice.
"Both example 1, and 3" she smiled, and I smiled back, staring at her and studying her beauty. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Howell." She said, grabbing my face and kissing me. I kissed back.
This day has been the worst and the best day of my life.
