Mistreated, Misplaced, and Misunderstood. (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 3.

CHAPTER THREE.

I gasped at the sight I was forced to see. My heart was broken.

Scattered into a million pieces all on the floor.

Among the dancing crowd, and balloons, and lights.

There was no way I could ever forget. My crush was dancing with someone else. Kissing with someone else. Laughing with someone else. I know it sounded stupid and all, but it still got to me. Making the blood in my veins went cold, and my mind went dizzy.

The boy who I danced with earlier, came up to me.

"You ok?" His voice full of concern.

"Yea." I slur. I couldn't even think straight.

"Come sit down, you look like you are about to throw-up."

Oh, believe me. I felt like it.

"I guess I'm just dizzy from all the load music." I lie.

He looks at me for a while, before holding onto my hand and taking under the huge pine tree outside.

The cool air hung around me, most of my body that was not covered shivered, down to the bone.

The soft grass brushed against my legs, chilling them with the wet dew that clung onto them.

The roots of the tree were slippery

Causing my legs to stumble over each other.

And I landed into his chest, making him kiss me.

The kiss wasn't lustful, or peaceful.

In fact it was scary.

To kiss the boy who normally teased me and bullied me, scared me a lot.

"Please, don't." I whisper. "Please stop."

"Ok." He says, a hurt look in his eyes.

"I don't mean to hurt..." I start off.

"No, it's fine." He says. "I know you like someone else. Just it wasn't me."

"I'm so sorry." I whisper again.

But before I could speak, he leans forward to kiss me again.

This time, my legs turned hollow, and as flimsy as jelly.

He took his time, as I stumbled into a wall.

Both of his arms on my waist, pulling near him.

"At least I got to dance with you once." He mumbles. As he slowly releases me from his grip.

One single tear goes down my cheek as he walks away.

"Oh." He says turning around. "Here. I thought you would like it."

He hands me a red rose, all of the thorns cut off, making the stem smooth.

The crimson flower shown in the moonlight, making shine bright like the stars.

"This is beautiful." I whisper.

I look up, only to find him gone, leaving me in the cool night air.

The dance had ended shortly after that.

Leaving when my mom showed up, not even saying bye to anybody.

I hid the flower from her, not wanting her to ever find it.

Throwing it in my closet, in the very back.

Sitting on my bed and crying

And now I'm in my room, staring at this book.

Nothing else is meant for this chapter.

Putting my pencil away, wishing that this night had never happened.

Only one word came out of my mouth than.

"Why?"