Sadness hit me like a ton of bricks and I cried silently while walking slowly up the stairs. I heared mum calling me but it gradually got quieter as his words repeated in my head. "I don't give a damn about Cassie. I don't give a damn about Cassie. I don't give a damn about Cassie." the words repeated themselves, pricking my heart with each repetition. I felt Alex's presence behind me as I walked up the stairs. I walked into my bedroom and without turning around, slammed the door in his face.
I crawled onto my bed and lay down,letting the tears fall. There was light knocking at my door. "Cassie? C, you alright babe? Can I come in?" asked Alex softly. I didn't reply and I heard my door opening. My back was facing the door so I couldn't see him, but I imagined the look on his face. I carried on staring out the window at the pink sky and purple clouds. I felt the bed sink. I didn't move but became tense. Alex moved around and lay down behind me. His arm wrapped itself around my waist and he grabbed my hand that was resting on my stomach. A gentle squeeze was forced onto my hand and I squeezed back. "Turn around C." He commanded. I turned around and faced him. He smiled at me and wiped my eyes. "It's okay you know. You don't need to cry." he soothed. I sniffed. He stared into my eyes and I stared back. He smiled again, his whole face looking pink due to the pink sunset light that filtered its way through my blinds. His blonde hair in that Justin Bieber sweep, and his green eyes and dark brown eyebrows and his perfect pale skin. Hold up! Hold. Up. I did not, just say that. I cannot be getting attracted to him again. "You know what C, I don't even know what he said." I removed his arm from me and sat up.
"He said he doesn't give a damn about me!" He sat up and stared at me. Finally he answered.
"It's not that bad." he shrugged. I squinted my eyes and moved my head back, shocked at his words.
"It's not-it's not that bad?" I repeated. He looked around and then looked back at me.
"Er, yeah." he replied.
"Alex, if he says he doesn't give a damn about be, that means he doesn't care about me." I stated the obvious. Alex shook his head for me to continue. "He doesn't care if I don't pass my exams-"
"That's a good thing though, innit?"
"No! No it's not! He doesn't care if I get raped, he doesn't care if someone hurts me, he doesn't care if I don't eat tonight-"
"But you will, eat tonight." stated Alex, cutting me off.
"Ugh, Alex! Just let me finish!" he put his hands up in defence.
"He doesn't care if I get arrested, he doesn't care if I died tonight man." The anger and hurt boiled up in me.
"I don't see what's bad in that " Oh. My. Days. He is, such a blonde! I sat there, waiting for it to click in his head that it is. "Ooooh, yeah, I see it now." I rolled my eyes and new tears formed in my eyes. Alex wrapped his arms around me and rocked me gently.
"Hey, hey, don't cry." he comforted. I clutched onto him. "No, C, stop it. He ain't even worth your tears." My gosh. The things this boy says to make me feel better. Ugh why did I break up with him again? Oh. Yeah. Because he cheated on me. -_-
FLASHBACK
It's Valentines Day and I'm not even with my boo! *Pouts* He had to go to America this week to go to his Grandma's funeral. Sad innit? But its all good. I'm here at the park, just chillin' with my friends. Since none of us have anyone to do anything with today, we just decided to chill with each other. We were just talking and then Shaydaya says to me "Hey Cass, I thought you said Alex was in America."
"He is." I replied. She giggled.
"What? No he's not, he's over there." she claimed, pointing into the Nandos across the road. I turned around and looked through the glass to find Alex in there smiling, laughing, having a good time. Wait what? Is he holding hands with someone? With who!!??!!?! Is that a girl? What's he doing in Nandos with a girl? All these questions raced through my head. I got up from my spot on the grass and marched across the street into Nandos. He was sitting in a booth, opposite a girl with blonde, straight, armpit length hair, and a flower print skater dress on. I was about 3 metres away from his booth when he leant over the table and kissed her. On the lips. I'm wasn't having any of it.
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Rejected
Teen FictionCassie is a 15 year old girl who has faced heartbreak, hurt and most of all rejection. Will Cassie be able to make it where she wants in the end? Guess you'll have to read to find out... As you can see, I'm extremely BAD at making blurbs so, sorry '...