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Sorry

                    *Shawn's P.O.V*

i felt like shit.

i wish i never said anything to Eleanor.

but i couldn't keep my big mouth shut.

i tried talking to her during the walk to the bus.

fortunately she'd ride it, or was going to until i forced her into walking.

she has every period with me, and as i sat beside her in every block, it only could get worse.

i'm sorry. i wrote on a note, pushing it to the corner of her desk.

she scoffed, looking down on it and then to me.

she smiled, and i did the same.

watching her pick it up, and glance down at it.

her fingers then ripped the paper easily into small little shreds, dropping them on the floor.

she glared at me, rolling her eyes and folding her arms over her chest.

i tried much more as the day passed.

writing notes, sitting with her.

i would call her stubborn in my head but i was the one who said those things, hurting her feelings.

finally the day had come to an end.

i was still going to try, today  tomorrow, as long as it would take.

i wouldn't need any more enemies.

i watched her walk across the courtyard, turning the corner. i looked behind me to make sure no one was watching, rushing after her.

as i turned the corner i felt my body slam into the wall.

something sharp against my neck, so cold it tickled my skin.

"why are you following me?" Eleanor asked.

i looked at the item in her hand.

"why do you have a pocket knife?"
"protection. where i grew up if you don't have it, find another way to survive."

i sighed with relief as she pulled it away from me.

"fuck off will you?" she said.

"no." Eleanor scoffed.

"listen shawn i swear-"

"i'm sorry." i whispered as she stood there stunned.

she blinked twice at me, tilting her head with a scoff.

"i'm sorry eleanor." i repeated.

"you're not sorry, asshole." she snarked.

"you just say you are so you won't feel half bad. but you do....you feel like shit don't you?"

my jaw slowly clenched and the look of amusement on her face pushed further and further into me.

she stepped close, pressing her index finger against my chest, standing on her tippy toes just to look me straight in the eye.

"tell me shawn, don't you just feel grate you antagonized a girl with a dead mother?" her hand pressed against my cheek, lightly smacking it

"tough, love-" i gripped her wrist tightly within my hand, squeezing her tighter and tighter within my grasp.

she screamed out in pain, pushing at me. she pulled out her knife, quickly dragging it on my arm that held her.

i let go, staring at the blood that slowly pushed through my open skin.

she gasped, breathing heavily before she ran off.