The Cheater
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Chapter -3- Crazy Lady
"While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die." -Leonardo DaVinci
I looked into his sea blue eyes, daring for him to say anything. Instead of hanging out with Kendra which meant ditching school to see Blake, I was here with him.
"I know I'm good looking but your starting to creep me out." He spoke, never breaking eye contact. My foot kicked him under the table.
"Sorry, my leg has a mind of it's own sometimes." I said smirking when he grimaced.
"Crazy lady." He murmured.
"Ah! Here it comes again!" I said it like I was feeding a kid, making it seem like my foot was the spoon. I kicked him again earning me a glare.
"Mind of it's own huh?" David breathed out, his hand on his leg. I was about get another blow but he grabbed my foot and yanked, making me fall off my chair.
"Let go!" I tried to pull me leg away but he wouldn't bulge.
"Not until you pinky promise me you won't kick me again." David said smirking as he kept watching me try to get my leg free.
"I promise, just let go!" He pulled my leg, dragging me under the table until I was on the other side. I tried to hold on to something but it was useless, my nails were leaving marks on the carpet.
"Stop!" When he finally did I was going to kick him again but he pushed my leg away.
"I said pinky promise." David brought his pinky towards me. I glared, all that to pinky promise him that I won't kick him again?
I intertwined my pinky around his, ignoring how me made me feel when he was so close to me. I glared at him for the millionth time, before crawling under the table towards my side. I could feel his eyes on me, so I sat down and looked back to see I was right.
"Eyes that way pinky boy." I said pointing behind him.
"Pinky boy, really?" He said raising one eyebrow. Damn. "Your the one crawling in front of me." I stuck my tongue at him before continuing to crawl. Really? Did I just do that? First the stinky eye, then the kicking, now the tongue... I'm turning into a five year old kid.
I could hear him chuckling which sent shivers down my spine. Stupid hormones.
I flopped down in my seat feeling his eyes on me already. I looked at the clock to see just three minutes pasted, fuck.
I sighed before sliding deeper into my seat looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know fuck so you're better off leaving." I said titling my head to I could see him. He crossed his arms over his chest getting comfortable.
"Naw, I'm good." David said, his sea blue eyes looking at me.
"Well then I'm out." I said sitting up quickly grabbing my bag that was on floor, next to my chair. David sat up and slid over the table like a ninja before landing in front of me.
"Well that would ruin the fun," He said spreading his arms wide. "I'm not letting you."
I raised my eyebrows, since I couldn't do the one eyebrow thing. "How?" I said stepping closer towards him.
He took a step closer so our breath mixed together. He put his hands behind me, on the table so our lips were practically touching. I found myself leaning closer, my heart pounding in my chest. I snapped out of it when his soft lips brushed against mine. My knees felt weak so I fell on the ground and went under his legs. I'm not going to go through being heart broken again by a player like him, I wasn't going to fall under someone's spell again. I could tell he was shocked as I ran out the library. I'm not going let myself believe in any kind of love. I'm not the same naive girl anymore.
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Blake's POV
I don't know what happened but I'm glad as hell I did it.
"Did you hear?" I heard somone ask me, I turned around to meet with a classmate of mine.
"What?" I said noticing everyone was talking and it seemed to be spreading.
"Ali did the unthinkable." He said smirking. "She had sex with a hobo."
I'm pretty sure my mouth was on the ground. What the hell?! Why is he saying that? Ali would never do such a thing! "Yeah, right, when hair grows on your chest I'll believe you." I said walking past him, bumping my shoulders with him. He has problems with grow some hair on his chest, is that like a saying or something...? Back to Ali!
I kept walking hearing the same things over and over, ali getting it on with a hobo, each more disgusting than the other. I was staring to get pissed, and that never happenes to blakie, as Ali likes to say. As I pasted some cheerleaders I heard who spread the rumor, Victor. My fist clenched and my jaw tightening remembering how bad he hurt Ali. Now he does this to her! Prick, fat ugly turd, asshole, my min kept crusing at Victor as I walked every where looking for him. When I did find him, it got my blood boiling. He was sticking his tongue down someone's throat! I am never fond of fighting or watching others fight but this- this called for a fight!
I grabbed his arm and pulled him away to only pushed him against the lockers. The girl was shocked as I loomed over Victor, my face showing how angry I was.
"How dare you spread rumors about Ali!" I yelled looking into his grey eyes. He huffed and pushed me back. "Well, lookie here, Blakie finally grew some hair on his chest." That's the saying! Victor gave me a smuged look when he said Blakie.
"Cut the crap." I said pushing him hard against the lockers again.
"Ouch blakie your hurting me." Victor said in high pitch voice his smuged look never leaving his face. God, this is the first time I wanted to punch someone in the face so bad, except that one time this fat kid stole my sandwich... Focuse!
"You little piece of shit." I snarled before punching him right in the nose. Blood shot out and I clung to my hand, dam that freaking hurt. Now I know why I don't like fighting! It effing hurts!
Victor put is hands to his nose to stop the bleeding, his face paled as he looked at me. Knowing I don't like fighting and I just punched him must have gotten through him, but slowly he began to smirk. "What would Ali say when she finds out you punched me?" He said playing shock, like she could even cared about him.
"To punch you again." I said landing another blow. He got serious but it was too late I kick punching him not letting him hit me back. I once said 'I wouldn't slap that person because I wouldn't like to get slut on my hand,' but dam it felt good to hurt the person that hurt your best friend. I must have an inner demon in me...
"Alright stop it!" Someone yelled and then everything came back to me, the noise, my surroundings. I looked down a my hands to see blood, I looked below me to see Victor's messed up face...and then I smiled.
"Come with me." A teacher said harshly and grabbed my arm in a tight grip. I followed without lamenting what I just did, I had showed him how badly he had hurt my best friend, I had showed him who to not mess with.
