Kill Myself...

Chapter 3

"STOP IT!!! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT TO PEOPLE! I KNOW YOU PUSH ME AROUND A LOT BUT YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!" I glared at her, horror lit my eyes as a single tear rolled down her cheek and she started sobbing. I didn't mean to upset her but I was really scared and I couldn't really process anything. I stormed out of the classrom and went about my day.

People shoved their shoulders towards my small figure as they walked past me and pushed my books onto the floor, how childish. While I was at my locker, one of the main, popular jocks turned me around and pressed me up against my locker, he placed either hand above my boney shoulders.

"So... You're the new talk of the school," He scoffed, "You're cute, I'll give you that." And he walked away... Okay.... What the heck is going on now???

Andrea's P.O.V:

I was so close.... I kept thinking about yesterday, how close we were, how soft her skin was and mostly how scared she was when I was going to talk to her... I was walking back from class when I finally realized where I was, I was at her locker, (God what was her name again? Laney? No... Lacey? Yeah that was it!) I was at Lacey's locker, peering closely at the faded paint, I saw marks and letters: Fag, Bitch, Slut, Whore. All of those nasty words written on my girls locker... Wait? My girl? Was she mine??? No. I remembered the scared look in her eyes and I decided not to ever call her that again.

As I started to turn, I noticed a dark classroom that was unoccupied and decided to slip in. I waited exactly 15 minutes before I saw her walk past, I quickly dashed to the door, flung it open then pulled her arm in gently. She was disoriented at first but she regained her focus on me and looked disappointed that it was me. I dont know who she was expecting, but I was sure I was the only one who wanted her. Once she saw it was me, again, I gently took her hand and began pulling up the sleeve of her hoodie. She yanked her hand away from mine.

"Stop it!" She yelled at me and I was taken aback before I felt it in my chest, again the pain. I slowly dragged my right hand towards my collar bone as my left clutched the edge of my sheer tank top. It flashed in my eyes that I was hurt by her cold words, I was trying to get close to her... Why did she keep pushing me away. She turned her beautiful face away from me and her black hair covered her pale skin... I don't know what I was thinking but when she started to reach for the door, I  grabbed her chin and kissed her... Again she pushed me away... She yelled at me.

"STOP IT!!! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT TO PEOPLE! I KNOW YOU PUSH ME AROUND A LOT BUT YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!" Her jaw tightened and she slipped out of the room without another word. I'm not sure if she noticed but I lightly began crying and a tear streaked down my cheek and dripped off of my chin when the door closed again, I sat in that room for the rest of the day, sobbing and letting my perfect makeup ran down my face and smear as I wiped my tears away. Why didn't she understand...?

Thank you for reading! Sorry I posted it late but I was busy all day! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, yes I know pretty much the same as the last, but I just wanted to finally tell you our main characters name and let Andrea show her sensative side and take hold of the story for a little bit! Thanks again and I'll see you later!