The Boy That Changed My Life.

Ch.2

                   

Time skip to after school.

         Nothing different has happened. But I still feel the cold breeze. I'm still here at school waiting for Alexa to get out from class. I see her get out but with a boy. The first thought that came out of my head is what a slut. She was so flirting. Touching his shoulder. Pretend laugh. Oh my gosh she likes a boy but she is flirting with another. Wow. She saw me straight in the eye. I smirked and left. I fast walked away. How dare her say she has met the one and then flirt with another guy. Wow. I hear her yelling my name but so far and so faint. I ignore that. I don't even want to be in the presence of her. I know it's a dumb reason to be mad. But she has done that recently. At the party at the beginning of the year.

We went to a junior's party. Her, me, and another friend from another school. We went and the first thing she did was puff some weed. I was like yeah she is just trying some. But deep down I knew this was going to get worse. Then she did many shots of whiskey. Lots and lots of them. She got drunk and made out with every guy at the party. That was too far. I wanted to leave and ditch her for what she did. But I knew I would regret it. I got a phone call from her mom. Rumors at the party that parents were there. That her mom was there. She ran up to me like a sober person. Looked me in the eye and talked normally and said "is my mom here?" no hiccup. No falling. Not drunk her. She wasn't even drunk she was pretending. I was pissed. I wanted to leave but I couldn't. My friend said to leave with him but I didn't. I took care of her. With her fake drunk personality. I saw that a guy was eyeing her. He said come one let's go do it. She was like yeah sure. But it was her not drunk her. I said no and no but still. I left for the bathroom to wash my face but I was there too long. She wasn't there. And the guy was not to be found either. I looked in every room and every bush. But the host's room. It was locked. I banged and banged but I got an answer from her saying we are just playing games but then she did a fake laugh. I knew she was not playing games. I go to the backyard and see her on top of him. Shirtless. Him stroking her boobs and making out like in a porno. My friend and I recorded her. I felt nothing for her then. I open the window and enter. Just games my A**.

Just thinking about it made me more pissed. The next day she promised me she will never do sluggish things like that again. But here she is doing things like that. I'm done with her. I fasted walked faster and faster. But I had to halt for the crossing street. I feel my heart beating and steam coming out of my head.

I hear the small beating of the side walk to cross. And right when I'm about to cross. I hear people yelling to get out of the way. I'm still walking and keep hearing yelling of get out the way. But the yelling gets louder and louder. I turn around and on my right is a big truck coming my way.

I feel scared and can't move my feet. Its like they are cemented on the street. But when the truck is in my clear sight I feel someone pulling me from the street. When he pulled me I fell forward landing on him. My eyes were closed and when I opened them I didn't expect to see an angel. I got up immediately and offered my hand. He took it and got up. I didn't say anything. I started at him and he stared back.  Beautiful grey eyes, long black hair, teeth as white as snow. I didn't say anything but neither did he. Its like time stopped. All I wanted was to just stare at his angel-like face. But I realized what I was doing and I walked away because it was getting very awkward. And I also heard someone yelling get a room. All I did was walk away. I've never felt that way. My heart beating and my face was bright red. I think that was the changed I felt. I feel a gaze on my back like a burning feel. I remembered he just saved my life and all I did was look at him and look away. I turn around and see him gone. Now I felt guilt and sadness. But then I remembered what I was thinking before I saw him. Anger.