Angel

chapter 7

-Angel's pov-

I lay in my bed and think. Andrew left hours ago an i have yet to sleep. The darkness making me feel more alone and cold. What if's run through my head all too much so i decide to draw, i haven't drawn in a few years. My hands are shaky maybe that's why I stopped. I scribble out a few sketches then give up and notice its 3am. I have to get up in two hours whats the point of sleeping. I slip on that days outfit of a pierce the veil tee shirt, red skinny jeans, and back vans that are slowly falling apart. I sit in bed and sorta stair off into space then every now and then I check my phone to check the slowly progressing time. When 4:45 hits I jump up and get breakfast, because my stomachs churning and growling was getting louder and more annoying. I make a plate of eggs and some for tom and Susan, who is my moms sister, they're nothing alike, I'm glad for it. I hear them walking out when the food is finished and they greet me with huge smiles, guess they've never had anyone cook for them or something. "Thanks honey." Susan says giving me a peck on the forehead. I run up stairs to my bathroom and put on winged eyeliner and brush my teeth. "The bus will be here soon, Angel!"

"kay!" I yell down covering the last of my ark circles under my eyes and run down the stairs with back pack in hand. "see yuh" I say an leave the house. Andrew's in his normal spot. I sit down beside him. "When times like this run up my wrist." blares through my headphones.

"PTV huh?" he questions and raps his arm around my shoulders. I almost forgot we're dating. My heart flutters at that thought.

"yup" i laugh and lean into his side. trying to keep warm as the wind flies past us at a steady rate chilling us. My hoodie isn't suitable for this weather.

"You're cold hun." he chuckles at my sudden shivers.

"Nuhuh." I mumble. and he slides off his jacket and raps it around me. "You'll get cold."

"The bus'll be here soon." he chuckles again. No more then five minutes later the bus pulls up and we get on the bus and I hand him the coat. "It's yours." He shoves it playfully back at me.

"But its yours?" I ask.

"It's yours now." He sticks his tongue out at me and I automatically do so back. Suddenly his eyes weren't on mine they were on my lips, I feel my cheeks grow hot and my heart flutter. He bites his lip, and leans down and presses his lips to mine. This felt great. My heart beats in an irregular fashion. We kiss fora few more seconds which seems more like an eternity then we part. I kind of curl up awkwardly in the bus seat and lean my head on him. Is this what love or liking someone feels like? I like it. I'm actually wanted. The bus stops at the school and we make our way off the bus with the hoard of kids. we make out way to our 1st period we hug and par when we reach the place where we decided as halfway to each of out classes. "see you in 2nd." He winks and walks away. wow he's so cute. I walk slowly to class when i see some blonde haired chick laughing and whispering to another girl with a similar description, then they notice I'm staring and look away nervously. I shrug it off then keep walking, and the next thing i feel a foot in front of mine, and I'm on the ground and my lip is bleeding because i bit it.

"What the hell?" I look up and the blonde bitch is laughing.

"watch your step bitch!" she imitates being upset. My anger boils and I feel tears pouring, but i get up and run into the bathroom that is oddly conveniently beside me. I look in the mirror and my lip is bleeding down on my chin. Ugh. I hate bloody lips because mine always bleed forever. I clean that up then look at my eyeliner which is smeared also. I fix that also. Then i leave hoping that im not too late, at least this teacher doesn't hate me. Fuck it I'll just skip. I walk out the school and sit on the bench. Thank god for Andrews hoodie. When i Hear the bell ring i walk back in and go to my second period.

"Hiya." Andrew meets me outside the classroom. "Angel, what happened to your lip?" He looks at it Worriedly.

"I got tripped." I looked down.

"on purpose? Who did it?"

"I don't know her name, she was blonde, pretty, evil, a bitch." I feel the anger once again boiling and it once again turns into tears.

"sounds like my ex." He pinches the bridge of his nose.