Losing Trust (sequel to Secret Admirer) ON HOLD

Chapter One. MIA

Story description

Finally, the bell rings and I go to my next class. Luckily, Mia is not in my class. Half way through the class I ask to go to the toilet. As I turn a corner, I see two people. Nishinoya and Mia. Kissing.

You have grown a crush on Nishinoya over the past few weeks and lots of things have happened until the day comes when he asks you out but then the next day, he's kissing a different girl. That girl, well, she's your enemy.

Nishinoya says it's all a lie but your losing his trust.

AN: Guys! I felt soo happy right now so I decided to publish the first chapter very early - as a preview... I luv u all too much! BTW, ask yourself this question at the end of this chapter... Who do you ship?

Finally, the bell rings and I go to my next class. Luckily, Mia is not in my class. Half way through the class I ask to go to the toilet. As I turn a corner, I see two people. Nishinoya and Mia. Kissing.

My stomach physically flips, knots a million times and melts. How could he betray me like this? How could he go behind my back?

I edge back and tears flow down my cheeks. I'm not even sad. Just angry. Anger and hate. Pure hate. For Nishinoya and Mia.

I hold back a scream and run quietly past them without them noticing me. Of course, too in love to notice me. I push the door open and look in the mirror. I'm a mess. Mascara all down my face and hatred and disgust shining through me eyes making my ugly face a hundred times worse. Why?

I pull my fist back and punch the mirror. It smashes, sending glass into my knuckles. Honestly, I don't feel pain in the slightest.
In fact, I punch it again, sending the already deep glass in my hand further. I do the same with my other hand. I punch until I see a piece of glass that has gone through my finger fully.

I back up into the wall and sit in the corner, now feeling the pain. I look at my ugly hands, blood and tears and glass. I look at the mirror and see broken glass and blood.

I attempt to pull out a large, sharp piece of glass in my hand, but it just makes it go deeper, making me groan.

I hold my head in my hands and ignore the agonising pain. I cry. Tears and blood all over my clothes. The one person I thought who cared for me betrayed me. I have no one. Not one. I can't talk to anyone about this because I have no one to talk to. Great. I'm now an ugly loner who has been cheated on and is crying in her schools bathroom with bloody knuckles and glass in her hands and will most likely be fined for a broken mirror. My life sounds amazing.

I stand up and walk back to class, glass still in my hands. My English class teacher, Mr Dewhurst, looks at me blankly an asks,
"What did you on the way to the bathroom?" He looks at my blood hands and I don't say anything. I look at the class and they're just staring at me. I see Alex and his worried face makes me mentally chuckle.

"Go to the nurse. Alex. Go with her." He sighs and Alex quickly stands up and and hurries towards me and we walk out of the class. He immediately stops where he is and looks at me in the eye. I look at the floor.

"What did you do to yourself?" He asks.

"Well... Long story." He puts his finger on my chin, lifting my head, forcing me to look at him in the eye. A tear runs down my cheek and he pulls me into a tight embrace. I hug him back, tucking my face in his shoulder. I suddenly groan, pulling away and look at my swelling hands.

"Oh my god y/n. Why is there glass in your hands?!" He asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the nurse.

"Well, I got angry and had a sudden urge to punch this glass thing in front of me that was reflecting a very ugly girl who I think was me. Then, the reflecting thing broke and pieces of it went into my hands. Then I think I had more sudden urges to do it again." I smile concealing what I actually feel.

"How can you still have humour when you've got glass through your hands? Honestly, girls are so weird sometimes." He looks at me, worried.

"I'm just naturally funny. It's my hidden talent. Yep. You are the first person to see it." I say and he laughs.

We knock on the door of first aid and the Natsuni-senpai opens it and gasps.

"What happened y/n?" I smile and am about to talk when Alex interrupts me.

"This is what she told me," he clears his throat, "well, she got this sudden urge to punch this glass thingy in front of her that was reflecting a very ugly girl who she thinks was her. Then, reflecting thing broke and pieces of it went into her hands. Then she had more sudden urges to punch it again." He finishes.

Natsuni-senpai looks at me, probably wanting to sum it up.

"I got angry and punched a mirror a few times." I say and she looks at me blankly.

"Oh dear. Come sit down, I'll clean you up. You can leave." She beckons me to sit down whilst Alex starts to walk away, waving to me.

"Actually, can Alex stay?" I ask. She nods and Alex walks back in.

"So, why were you mad?" She asks.

I sigh, not sure if telling her is a good idea. Alex would hear too.

"Well, don't tell anybody but basically, Nishinoya was my boyfriend a few minutes ago. Before the mirror punchy thingy. Well, I needed the toilet and on the way, I saw him and my nemesis Mia. Kissing. Yeah. Not to mention, Mia was his ex who was rude to him. I don't know why he kissed her so my head became corrupt with thoughts and I got angry. Then the mirror-punchy thing happened." I frown and look at Natsuni-senpai and Alex.

"Geez. I thought Nishinoya would be nice." Alex says.

"Well, he is, well I thought he was. Maybe not." I say frowning.

"Don't worry. You can come talk to me when you need to." Natsuni-senpai says.

I wince as she pulls out the sharp piece of glass out of my hand that I tried to get out earlier. What did I do to myself?

AN: yah! Chapter one preview thingy done! Time to ask yourself the question... Who do you ship?