I walked into the classroom to find that Stephen was sitting on top of my desk talking to a girl, Katie. Or at least I think that is her name.
I try to hold my composure as I slowly walk over to my desk.
Just keep walking! Left.... Right... Left...
I look up to my desk to see that Stephen has noticed my presence. I watch in disgust as he scans my body up and down. He looks over at Katie and winks before he gets off the desk. He stands there waiting while I keep walking over to my desk.
What is he doing here?
I'm about 105% sure he isn't in this class. As I stop next to my desk I don't say a word to him. I set my bag on my chair and start to pull out things for the class, purposely trying to ignore him.
Pencil, spiral, eraser...
"So are you just going to ignore me?" I hear him say and I can feel him looking at me.
"Yep" I reply still not looking at him.
"Oh come on" he says and lifts his hands slightly in frustration. He sees me flinch and for a split second I think I see regret in his eyes. But then I get back to reality and realize he could never be sorry.
"Look at me" he says and he puts a hand under my chin to try to lift my head. I jerk away from his hand and look down. "Please?" He says and I roll my eyes and look at him. I see a small smile start to form on his face.
"There you are," he says "there is that beautiful face"
I scoff in disgust and reply, "What do you want?"
"I want you to forgive me" he says softly and slowly. He can't be serious. He expects me to forgive him? How could I forgive him? He lied and hurt me in the worst possible ways. He used my weakness against me in a little game.
"Not gonna happen" I say and turn back to my bag. "Ever again. Your a jerk, and I don't want anything to do with you," I say, venom laced in my words.
"You know you want me back," he says and looks at me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Playing hard to get isn't very hot for you. We all know you will come back to me soon."
I loose myself in rage for a split second and smack him across the face as hard as I can. I can hear a clap of my hand against the skin on his face. His head jerks with the slap and he looks at the ground. He slowly raises his head back up to meet my eyes with his. My face still stays strong and strait, and I need to show him he can't treat me like this. Not anymore.
He takes a step towards me, trying to get in my face and I try so hard to stand my ground. And I do, I let him walk right up to me where we are face to face. I can literally feel his breath on my face coming out of his nose.
"Oh, sweetie," he chuckles. He leans in close to me and his mouth is next to my ear. I can feel myself tremble, trying to stay strong, but I am scared to death. I can tell he notices when he smirks and whispers, "your going to wish you had never done that". And with that he steps back and walks out of the classroom.
I try so hard to not to how any emotion during the rest of the class period. I mean, I couldn't leave. I have done enough of that when I first lost my memory. And you know what? I am done running. I can't keep running from the situation.
So I'm done running. From Stephen, from my sickness, from Andrew, all of it. There is not a reason to hide.
<hey fam! Long time no see huh? I missed this so much. I missed writing. S I did write some things while I was kicked off this thing (don't get me started on how that happened) but I was thinking about maybe typing those u an posting those stories as well. But we will see with how much time I have because I am a high school student and I hardly get any free time or sleep so... WHO NEEDS SLEEP ANYWAYS!!! SLEEP I FOR THE WEAK! Kay imma see y'all later... Or write y'all later... I don't fucking know.... Just later!>
