Mistreated, Misplaced, and Misunderstood. (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 5.

CHAPTER 5

My heart was racing a million miles a minute, as my crush stared at me with surprise and anger.

The rain had started to pour down on the tree, drenching me to the very core. It made me shiver against their cold and hot stare. This person whom I love, it was hard to see them angry at me. I love them, it hurt my heart to see them like this.

My brain was yelling at me now for asking such a stupid question.

Shit! Why did I just say that!

"Um, I...Wait, I." I stutter.

Their face suddenly turns understanding. Those blazing eyes turn into soft loving ones once again.

"Yes, I'm dating someone." They say in a whisper, one tear ran down my cheek. "Hey are you ok? Was it something I said?"

"No!" I say. "Wait, yes, um, no, yes, I-I love you." I mumble. Avoiding their rough gaze and their beautiful chestnut hair, blowing in the cool breeze that had started a few minutes ago.

And their beautiful greenish eyes that I could drown in.

I shrink away from them when they look at me again.

Warm tears began to run down my face.

"I'm sorry." They say, as they wipe some of the tears away from my face. "I..."

All of a sudden, I snap.

"Please don't touch me!" I say in a rough whisper.

I feel a sense of anger towards them now.

I love them, but I hate them!

I feel even more nauseous of the thought of them.

"Save it!" I whisper.

"Yes, I know but..."

"Don't! Just please, stay away from me!" I say, not caring about them at the moment, I run.

My heart screaming at me, while me brain crying.

Why are they with someone else! Can't they see that I want, no, need them!

"Wait! Spencer! Don't run away!"

Yes my real name is Spencer. At first I thought that it was a boys name.

But now I think that it's sorta cool.

But not that sexy, to me anyways.

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The breeze had stopped, only to leave a huge gust of wind blowing through the little town.

I was standing under one of the tents, when the lights on it fell.

Breaking into a million pieces as the wind kept on trudging on.

Some of the little pieces landed on my arms and face, cutting little slits onto my wet skin.

Blood dripping down my arms, landing on the ground.

"Fuck!" I swore under my breath as the glass cut deeper into my arm.

I sit down as I try to get the sharp glass out of my arm. I hiss in pain, as it doesn't budge.

"Come on dammit!" I say in a hushed whisper. "Get the fuck out of my arm!"

More blood begins to pour out as I begin to cry in pain.

Shit! Why won't this come out!

The warm sticky liquid dripping off my fingers on the pavement.