Just An Average Boy (completed)

Chapter 3

As soon as Alice walks through the door I ask,"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine." That's a lie. I can tell. There is a mark on her face,a handprint.
"Are you sure?" I sound way to concerned for this being a dare. I walk over to Alice and hug her but instead of leaning my head on her shoulder I lean so our waists are pressed together. I attempts to pull off her sweater,but Alice stops me. Why? I whisper in her ear,"Let me take your sweater off,please."
After I  say that I attempt to pull off the sweatshirt again , and she lets me. I look at her but she's  looking away. I don't know why though. I  carefully take off the sweater from her. I look at her arm and see the scars. The same thin scars across her wrist that I used to see on my sister. I lift her arm to about chest height. I look at her and mutter about my sister and how I could've saved her but I don't think she heard. I decide to ask," What happened to your arm?" Even though I know.
"I...umm...made them." At least she's being kinda honest unlike my sister.
"How did you make them?" I am whispering. Like it will make her stop... Like it will make my sister come back.
"I made them with a razor blade." She's  whispering too. Well no duh.
"Why?"
"Because the world is cruel and it took some one I loved very much."
"Can I say something?" We are still very close. Our heads are bent and our foreheads are touching.
"Of course."
I hesitate. I want her to know I care and that I'm here for her. I whisper, "I think your cute when your sad."
"Then I must be cute all the time." She looks up at me. I am smirking. This girl has the best comebacks.
I push her on the bed again, but a little more aggressive this time, i hope it didn't hurt. I need to get this dare over with. She tries to get away but I grab her ankle;She can't get loose. I'm so sorry Alice. Then I  climb up her body like its a tree. I sit on her stomach, then lean forward and kiss her on the cheek. I can't do it. I smirk and whisper in her ear,"Gotcha, Alice." I pause," Did you like my little show?"
"Sure, why not?" She smiles. I get up off of her and knock over her trash can. Great job miles!I start picking up the trash. I notice a crumpled up picture. I open it. Oh fuck no! She has a crush on me!
"Awe. Was some one thinking about me?"
"Umm...maybe.."