Stay(BoyXBoy)

Chapter 4

         Liam's POV.

     I can't believe I kissed him. I didn't attend to, it just happened.

     Now that I think about it, I did make his life a living hell.

    I didn't want to make fun of him, I just went along with everyone else.

    I felt something hot hit my arm, and I look down to see I was crying.

      Why am I crying over a boy I barely know?

    I suddenly felt the urge to punch something.

   I snap out of my thoughts and realized I have been setting here for hours thinking and crying.

   We were in a park about a mile away from the school and it was deserted.

   I got up and ran back to the school in no time.

   My car was the only one there so it wasn't hard to find.

    I get in and speed home furiously.

   I am not mad because I got rejected. I'm not mad at him.

  In fact I'm mad at myself.

   I am furious with myself.

   I jerk the wheel to turn into my drive way.

  I slam the car door, slam the front door, walk upstairs and slam my bedroom door.

   I am mad at myself for being such a douche for all these years.

  A jerk.
  A asshole.
  A prep.

   I go to my dresser and pull the last door out all the way out.

   There was a box in the back that was in a little cubby hole that was just in the dresser.

    I pulled it out and examined the black leather box with Catherine Imprinted on the top in gold.

   Oh how I miss my ex-girlfriend.

   She went to my other school and was labeled "emo"  

  I fell inlove the moment I laid eyes on her.

   She had long white hair with electric blue and neon green highlights. She had dazzling grey eyes and perfect skin completion.

    She was super skinny and I ended up finding out she was anorexic.

   Along with a lot of other major problems in her life.
   And what she liked about me was I accepted her in any way.

  I remember kissing her scars. When she and I began dating, she stopped and those cuts became scars.

    My parents forced me to stop hanging out with her because she was a bad imprint on society. Not to me. To me she was everything.

   They told me to tell her we were moving and that I had to break up with her.

  It wasn't a lie tho we were moving and I did have to break up with her because it was across the country no way we would ever see each other.

  

    When I told her she told me she knew I was just like other guys. And that I used her.

   She told me that I wouldn't have to worry about her ever again. And she stormed off before I could say another word.

   I ran after her about ten minutes later when it came to me what she meant she was going to kill herself.

   I ran faster than my legs or body could handle.

    When I got there she was hanging from a rope and her face was violently blare.

   I untied the rope and held her in my arms for an eternity and cried  before looking over to find a black box with her name on it and a note beside it.
    It read.