Love is way too confusing

Chapter 3

JO'S POV:

"What the hell has gotten into you?!" Kris's wet slippers sloshed over to where I was curled up under the school stairs. She glared at me and threw her hands up in the air, making them smack her thigh. "Are you just going to knee a guy in the balls everyday now? Or is this just PMS?" I rubbed my eyes and kept my hands there. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone.

"No Kris I won't knee a guy in the balls everyday now. No I'm not on my period. Yes I would like you to leave." My voice seemed super irritated at the last part. Realizing what I said, I slowly peeked at her through my fingers.

Hurt and anger was mixed throughout her entire face. I immediately wanted to take that back.

"Kris-"

"Save it Jo. Just stop. Please." She shook her head and hands as she walked off.

"UGHHH!" I stomped my feet like a angered toddler.

I needed to clear my mind, but I also needed to figure out what the hell did happen to me back there.

I made my way upstairs to my favorite spot in the entire school that almost nobody knew about. Which I loved.

I had found this place in freshman year, when I needed to escape from a teacher trying to find me when I had made the stupid decision to ditch in the middle of class. I ran into the stage and found a staircase. I frantically ran up it and saw that it lead to another hall but there was also a blocked door that had boards nailed across it. There was a gap between the door and the wall so I squeezed through it. After I heard the teachers footsteps run down the hall I turned around from the door to find myself in pitch blackness. Ill admit I was freaked out at first, but when my eyes adjusted I fiddled around the wall and found a light switch. Instantly the entire room lit up.

There were lights lining the ceiling and walls, dusty wooden floors, one smaller closed window, and a giant mirror wall.

It was an abandoned dance room.

I remember smiling to myself and trying to do ballet, but that ended in me falling on my butt.

It wasn't exactly a flattering place at first, but in a couple minutes i had stolen a broom from the janitors closet and was sweeping up all the dust and cobwebs, dusting off the lights and opening the little window.

When everything was cleaned it looked pretty damn good. My feet no longer left dust footprints, the lights that outlined the room twinkled and the window opened up and brightened the room a little more.

After a couple weeks it had become my permanent spot. Whenever I had to do a lot of homework, had to think, or just needed to get away, this was the place that I would go to. It was like my second home. I had even brought a couple extra things like magazines, notepads and pencils, and some blankets. And to be on the safe side, I always made sure that I never left any of my stuff visible, turned off all the lights and closed the window so that nobody would be curious if they saw light, and I made sure to always block the entrance extra good.

I grabbed my fuzzy black blanket from one of the boxes that I hid it in and cuddled up in the corner. Watching my reflection stare back at me.

I could easily see that my bottom lip was swollen, and my waist felt like it would bruise tomorrow.

Why did I become so aggressive and straightforward?

"I knew I would find you here Joey." Suzie chirped as she slid through the gap without any force or hesitation.

Suzie was a perfect little Barbie. Butt length straight blonde hair, flawless fair skin, icy blue eyes that popped, and a perfect body that guys go crazy for.