Weeks passed, and Justin and I were becoming a lot closer. Well I suppose I don't have the urge to slap him every time he speaks anymore. You cant call us friends, because I still hate his guts, and he still annoys me more then anything, but he's not that bad, I guess.
He's not the goody too shoes I thought he was either, he hates detention just as much as me.
Mrs Brown gave us two more weeks detention after she caught us trying to sneak out from the back window, so we just gave up trying.
Selena: this school is way to full of teachers pets
I groaned, catching the ball that Justin threw at me.
Justin: is that supposed to be an insult Gomez?
He caught the ball with one hand, earning a clap from me.
Selena: when am I not insulting you dumb ass?
Justin: it's your fault we are in here anyway, it was your idea to sneak out.
Selena: if you weren't so fucking slow to get out of the window we could've been long gone by the time she came in.
I peg the ball, aiming straight for his face, luckily his reaction is quick, and he catches it easily, just in front of his forehead.
Justin: nice try
He smirks, throwing it back causing me to stare at him with wide eyes.
Justin: so um, my friends, they are having this get together on Friday.
Selena: not going to happen
I groan, knowing exactly what he's going to say. Does this kid think we are best buddies all of a sudden. Fuck no.
Justin: why not?
Selena: because your not my friend Justin!
His eyes turn from hopeful to hurt, and he looks down at the ground.
Selena: look, I'm fine on my own ok? I'm nothing like you, you don't know anything about me. I'm a horrible, fucked up person, I hate every one and everything, I don't love, nor will I ever, and I'm not interested in stupid high school sop stories, so there is no point in even trying too convince me.
I shuffle in my seat, I've already said way too much.
Justin: Selena, look at how much you've opened up too me in the last week, as much as you tell me that I'm not your friend, I know deep down inside that you don't hate me as much as every one else.
He chuckles gently.
Justin: why can't you just give me a chance?
Selena: no
Justin: why? Is it because your scared? Your scared because you've been broken before and your scared to be able to trust someone? You may think your building up a wall Selena, but I can see right through you.
I stare up at him with tears in my eyes, shocked at what he's already figured out. I really need to stay away from him.
Selena: the answer is no
I snap, before collecting my books, and walking out, telling Mrs Brown I have an appointment on the to the front doors.
