“So do I! He’s my best guy friend! If I had to choose between my two best friends, I would so choose him now. After your girlfriend went and stabbed me in the back!” Samantha yelled at me.
I stood there paralyzed. She never really yelled like that at me before. There was something in her voice that was different…It was hurt. What I did to her really did hurt her. I could see it in her eyes. I thought she was going to cry but she wouldn’t show me if she was. She pushed me aside with such force…I didn’t think her little body could ever comprehend such force. I stumbled to the side and got up as fast as I could but she was already out the door.
“Samantha! Wait!” I yelled after her before I could stop myself from doing so.
She got her motorcycle and sped away, off school grounds. I don’t know where to, but where ever it is…I was not going to catch up to her. I turned back around and ran to class as fast as I could.
What were you thinking!? What do you care if she goes to the party with Mark? YOU DO NOT LIKE HER! Wow, I sound like such a girl right now. Ugh, I think all those girls that I dated are starting to rub off on me…But I haven’t seen Samantha that way before…Did I really hurt her that bad by going out with her friend?
I shook my head and ran into class. Thankfully the teacher didn’t come yet.
Again, why do you care if you did hurt her?
But then that voice at the back of my head twisted my words around and mocked me with it. You know…that voice that you argue with? Yeah, that voice.
You care that you hurt her…
No I don’t!
Yes you do…
Shut up!
I just tell the truth, unlike you.
Whose side are you on!?
My side…the truthful side. You know you care about her…admit it…
SHUT! UP!
The voice disappeared. I must be going mad. I am sitting here, fighting with myself. Yup, I completely lost it.
Yes…you have lost it.
The voice vanished as quickly as it came. I rolled my eyes. Now it decided to agree with me. Every class flew by without me paying attention. All I could think about was Samantha.
Damn you Samantha…Damn you…
Before I knew it, it was lunch and I was heading to the cafeteria. I was heading to my usual table with my tray in hand when some guy grabbed me by the collar and had his fist a few inches away from my face.
“Where is she? What did you do to her?!” He yelled at me.
I looked at his face and realized who it was. It was one of the guys from her crew. The quiet goth-boy. He always wore clothes and accessories with chains, spikes and skulls that were either the color black or blood red on them. Today was a black, leather jacket, black skinnies, black combat boots, a black shirt under his jacket, a whole shit-load of chains and of course his snake bite piercings. Oh and don’t forget his spike studded glove that he had on, and guess where the spikes were? You guessed it…On his knuckles, which is what he wants to make contact with my face with. His hair was black with red streaks. I think his eyes were a shade of a red-ish color. He was always protective of Samantha. What was his name again? John? Jared? Jam?
