"I'm keeping my end of the deal doesn't mean that I want to talk to you," I said lowly.
"Alissa I-"
"Don't talk to me," I yelled.
"I'm sorry," he roared.
A few moments of silence took over us as his words soaked in.
"I'm sorry Alissa-"
"You called me a slut Derek. Sorry ain't gonna do it, alright?" I yelled as I felt my eyes water.
"I shouldn't have said that, I know."
"You got that right," I said quietly as the tears streamed down my face.
I didn't want him to see me cry, but sometimes the only way to hurt someone is to show them how much they've hurt you.
"I didn't mean it-"
"That's the thing, you meant it."
"I-"
"You don't know me Derek. I'm no slut, so keep your facts straight," I said sniffling.
"Will you stop talking for a moment and just listen?" he yelled looking frustrated.
"I've heard enough from you."
"I shouldn't have said that because I don't mean it, alright? It's just that Olly and Rebekah, they're off limits, alright? I had to stop you right where you where, but I could've done it differently. I'm sorry, I truly am."
"No. just- no Derek. You may be charming as hell and Inmight be giving in under your gaze, but that doesn't change the fact that you called me a slut. Whatever your reasons were. But before any further utilization of the term, look yourself in the mirror and try to feel what it would feel like being called a slut," I said sitting down on the rock like chairs.
"What can I do or say to make it up to you?" he asked after he let out a heavy long sigh.
"Staying silent would do it," I said.
No matter what position I sat, the damn chair is still uncomfortable. I could be in the heavens of my bed with 6 pillows of different sizes and a water mattress for god's sake, but of course I had to get in a fight with Harry and blurt out, accidentally, that I wasn't going to go home.
"Are you okay?" he whisper asked after what seemed like ages.
"Silence."
"You're eyes are really red. Your nose looks like a tomato," he said.
I couldn't help but gasp and cover my nose.
"You call me a slut and now you're telling me my nose is round and big. What the fuck is wrong with you? This is not rhetorical question, I am waiting for an answer," I shrieked.
"Will you stop yelling for a few seconds, hours preferably? I didn't mean it in shape, I was talking color. And of course if I ask why you were crying, just because I care, you'd start ranting again. Am I right?" he asked.
"Why do you care?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
"I have a soft spot for lonely people."
"I am not lonely," I shrieked once more.
"I know loneliness when I see it."
"I have many friends. I'm not lonely," I stated.
"Surrounding yourself with strangers doesn't make you not lonely, Alissa."
"You don't know that," I said frowning.
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Crash: Forsaken
Teen FictionAlissa is a girl who loves cliche love stories, where the mysterious hot bad boy has a haunting past and so does the nerd, but they save each other and fall in love in the end. However, her life may not be like in the books, and she's happy...