Tangled Vines

Chapter 7: *New Friends, Old Boyfriends*

Elizabeth's POV

I opened my eyes waiting for them to adjust to the now bright sun filled room. I climbed out of bed an scooted off onto the floor. My body was limp from still being tired so I had to forcefully drag myself to the bathroom. When I finally got my frail tiny body onto the bathroom tiles I used the counter top to help lift up my somewhat awake body.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror I seen a tired, and helpless sleepy head. I forced my frail arms to brush my hair out and put it up into a ponytail. I smushed on little makeup that consisted of eyeliner and mascara. My last touch up was to brush my teeth. While opening the mirror cupboard I grabbed my toothbrush to get ready to brush.... But I notice that there is no more toothpaste.

I mouth saying 'fuck' in a whispering tone and put my toothbrush back. I walk back into the room and open my drawer deciding on a pair of clothes. After about twenty minutes of deciding I finally settle on a casual black blouse shirt and a pair of light washed Hollister jeans with mismatched rainbow socks. (Yes i'm a person that is to lazy to match my socks)

When I'm ready and just about to head out the door I remember about the toothpaste incident so I raid my stash that is in a cabinet located right by the door and grab two pieces out. My mind has so many things running through it that it's hard to function. Between last night at work and that adorable smile I can't help but think about Niall.

Before I know it I'm at the front door of my college. I confidently walk in knowing that Celia and Rosie are gonna horde me with questions as usual. Watching my surroundings while making my way down hallways, I notice a familiar guy that looks to be 5'8 and very built. He has a bunch of jockeys with him following every move like there hypnotized by his actions and words.

There all hoarded around something but I can't get a glance at what it is. My suspicion is alarmed when I hear a cry of "leave me alone.!" Come from in front of them. I'm not the person that stands bulling because of what happened to me..... I wasn't going to stand there and watch my past happen to someone else like it happened to me.

Making my way to where the guys stood I grabbed the very familiar built, brown haired guys shoulder and pulled onto his jacket tugging him towards me. I already knew who it was considering I've dated him in the past. At this point I was frustrated and anger was wanting to spew past my lips, but I held it back know how bad of anger issues he has.

"Matt.!! What is your problem.??!" I sternly stated holding back my tear brimmed eyes and growing frustration. His dark colored voluminous orbs turned soft at the sight of seeing me. I could tell he wanted to say so many thing at that moment but couldn't manage to get them out.

"E-Eliza....." I stopped him from speaking knowing he was just going to give me some stupid excuse like he used to when we were together.

"Listen Matt....." He stared deep into my glistening eyes waiting for me to speak further. "You know I can't stand bullying, and let alone seeing the person I trusted the most doing it. And to think I actually still liked you..." I blinked now feeling a different sensation taking over my body. I could feel a now present tear soaking down my cheek that I didn't even notice slipped past the corner of my creased eyelid.

I knew Matt felt sorry and that he wanted to take advantage of the moment and try to talk to me. I wasn't going to have that happen to me like he used to before.... I've let things slip past me for to long and it needed to stop. I needed to tell him I wasn't going to take it no more. But I couldn't.... Words were stuck in my mind and not being forced out my mouth. The only thing sliding past my lips were sobs.

"Elizabeth." Matt drastically stated saying my name. He moved closer as his buddies watched in astonishment as to my next move. As he was leaning in closer and closer I push the center of his chest with the tips of my fingers moving him away from me and stating "I gotta go." I turn on my heels and walk away hearing those familiar weeps of my name pass his lips.