Counting Down

Chapter 16: R-E-J-E-C-T-E-D

I'VE MADE A NEW STORY CALLED 'My ice-cream boy' ITS A FANFIC

"Are you alright?" Blake asks looking at me. I keep my eyes on the road and nod my head "You've been awfully quiet lately." he pauses waiting for me to respond but I don't "Is it because I slept with Angie?" He thinks I'm still mad about that? Honestly, I don't really care about it anymore. I do care about the fact that Angie would do something like that to me though. It feels as if that ski trip to Vermont was a million years ago, although I know it has onlybeen a few weeks. 

"No." I say after a long silence "It's because our kiss didn't mean anything." I say with a straight face. I'm not feeling hurt inside, there are no tears threatening to drip, no pain in my heart just the same bored emotion I feel in school. 

"How can you say that?" he looks baffled at me

"You're words not mine." I shrug keeping a voice that shows not emotion. It looks like he is about to say something but then he stops himself as if he just remembered something.

"I didn't mean that." he says quietly

"Right." I roll my eyes in a annoyance. I pull up into a McDonalds parking lot that is practiaclly empty with only a few cars scattered around the back.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

"Get out." I say not looking at him using the same voice as I have for this whole ride.

"What? But I--" he starts

"I said out." I don't raise my voice, just say the word out with a little more force so he'd get the point. His blue eyes look sad making me feel guilty for a split second before going back to my monotone mode. I like having control for once. I don't feel like some pathetic princess who always has to have her prince save her from the dragon instead of fighting it off herself. I don't feel like one of those feeble female characters in books who literally do nothing but focus on which of the two guys who are fighting for her she should choose because she loves them both. Even if those two guys happen to be a werewolf and a vampire and are extremly hot, I do not wanna be that weak girl. For once I feel strong, controlled, as if I can do anything.

Well, anything but have a hot werewolf and vampire fall in love with me

Blake grabbed the door handle and for a second I actually thought he was going to leave. Stupid of me to think that because before I knew it he grabbed my face and smashed his lips against mine. Literally smashed. Not the lovey dovey I-love-you smash. More like the I'm-horny-and-I-need-to-hump-somethin-NOW smash. I try to pull away but his rough grip on my face is strong. I can't help but feel like I'm going to puke. This is not the magical kiss we shared on New Years, this is an aggressive, hungry, terrible kiss that I can't escape from. I haven't responded back at all, all I've done is scream desperatly into his mouth to let me go. Wow that sounded really weird. 

Finally, I feel his tongue sliver into my mouth and that's when I've had enough. I ball my fist and punch him in the balls. He releases me instantly yelling in pain, cluthing onto his crotch. I take the oppurtunity to slap his face and kick him in the stomach.

"GET OUT!" I scream "GET THE FUCK OUT!" and this time he does. I drive away full spedd, not caring if I get pulled over by the cops. I just want to get away from that monster. I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand and wipe the tears off my face. I am not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm mad. I'm basically just clenching my jaw muttering all sorts of swear words I didn't even know exisisted under my breath as tears of anger roll down my cheeks, not really crying.

I am not screaming, I am not balling and I am most certainly not sad. I am angry at Blake for having the nerve to stick his tongue down my throat against my will. You do not treat a girl like that. It's so sexist how guys are now-a-days. It's as if they think they can take advantage of them and then just leave. What's wrong with that? How about, EVERYTHING! We are not toys you can play with whenever you feel like it. We are human beings with feelings and emotions. I guess that with people like Angie Winters walking on Earth's surface, screwing with every male in sight, guys just seem to get the impression that all girls are whores like them and won't mind fulfilling their needs when they need the fulfilled.

I park my car in the long driveway and run to the door ringing the doorbell. Jesus Christ this house looks like it belongs to Bill Gates

"Sky?" Gabi says while opening the door "What are you doing here?" 

"Can I spend the night?" I ask

"Of course, come inside" she says

And I did

I'VE MADE A NEW STORY CALLED 'My ice-cream boy' ITS A FANFIC

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