Detroit Elevado|A Love Story|

Chapter 9.

Lo.

"I mean we not together so I don't get why everything is such a big deal." I spoke to Tiana as we walked outside. it was the sophomores lunch and Tiana was passing by to get to her next class since she was a freshman.

"Well Lo, yo did lowkey lead her on soo."

"If I led her on, trust and believe I wouldn't be caring this much. She straight up looked at me and kept going. I said sorry, I honestly don't know what's the next step." I said, as I reached Tiana's class. She sighed and shook her head as we continued to stand there.

"You wouldn't understand because..you just wouldn't. All I know is if you want her you better get some stuff straight. & that's the last thing imma say." Tiana spoke, as she looked at me one last time then headed into her classroom.

I sighed as I turned around and walked back into the school building. It's going on week 2 and Justys won't even look in my direction.

I honestly don't know how to stretch 'im sorry'. I didn't realize that it would get to her as much as it did. To be complete honest, I didn't even know she was feeling me to the point that she would care on who I talked to or flirted with.

She never showed her feelings towards me, she only flirted when she was obligated to. So was I a bad person for getting the wrong impression? I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I approached the table that included Meech, Dario, Kyle, & Lucas.

"Still no luck?" Kyle spoke.

"Nope." I replied. What the hell was I going to do?

Kayla.

"So you really wanna go to detroit?" My mom asked as we pulled up to the front of my school. Since me and my cousin Zena started back talking, I wanted to visit her for a couple of weeks in Detroit since spring break was creeping around the corner. My mom was a little iffy about it, but her mind was slowly starting to change. I needed a break.

"Yes Mom." I slowly replied as I looked back at the school. I really didn't want to enter, knowing that as soon as I step foot all the rude comments and torment would begin.

"Well I want you to be safe, I don't want you going out there feeling uncomfortable."

"Believe me that's the last thing that's goin to happen" I spoke as I unbuckled my seatbelt, hopping out the front seat soon throwing my heavy book bag over my shoulder.

My mom sighed as she wished me to have a good day, while I made my way inside the school. I walked slowly as I approached my locker, having everybody stare at me just as I thought. Snickering, and laughter filling the hallway slightly as I unlocked my lock.

"What the fuck she got on?" One girl laughed, pointing my direction.

"She look like paint splatterd all over her damn outfit."

"She needs to come the back of that head. Shit look uneven"

People continued to comment a comment one after another, repeatedly. I stood there as tears ran down my face, rapidly.

"Aww look the little bitch is crying. Grow up, get used to it, this is high school." A boy named Xavier said as he walked passed, shoving me against my locker. He was the boy that started all my bullying in 8th grade. That's how it all began.

I stood there, just crying as I ran to the bathroom shutting the stall and locking it, while I slid down and broke down.

I don't know how much more I can take.