Mr Bad Boy Saved Me

Chapter 13: Who Is That

Edited by @BrookGrace17

After I ran out of the cafeteria, I went behind the school where students used as a studying area when the library was full. Lucky for me it was empty. I sat down resting my back on a wall looking at the green grass.

As soon as I sat down, the bell went off but I had no intention of moving from my spot. I had Bri in most of my classes and I didn't know how to face her. I felt both embarrassed and hurt by what they posted on the webpage.

'How could they have come up with such ideas that I could have stooped so low as to sleep with they guys? I consider Diego and Roberto as my brothers, so how can they be saying that I am sleeping with them?'

It was fine when they hurt and bullied me but they were crossing the line by involving the guys. I knew that the guys would never take that laying down because I saw how angry they were. I also knew the guys wouldn't have minded what the websites said about them but for some reason I did care what others thought about us.

I had just about enough of myself letting them bully me like that but what could I have done. I myself believed I had a hand in the death of my best friend and deserved to be punished.

I stared into space as tears fell down my face. I was tired of my life. Of the way people treated me, the way I never tried to fix things, the way I watched as my life broke to pieces, of always being a burden. I wanted to fix things, I wanted to go up to Marco and Stacey and tell them I was really sorry for the death of Grace but I knew it was too late for sorrys.

After sometime staring at the blue sky, I felt someone sit next to me. I knew it was Antonio without me looking at him.

"I've been looking for you." He said calmly, I let out a small smile.

"I wanted some time to myself." I said looking in front of me and not at him.

"You could have just said so. Why did you run off?" He asked. I began playing with my fingers.

"I felt embarrassed. I mean how could I have faced them after hearing all that. I was scared all of you would have been angry." I whispered .

"Do you really think we are mad at you?" He asked, I shook my head. "Is there something else-"

"No. I just want to be alone." I sighed. "Could you please let me alone for a while."

"You have been alone for four years but never again." He said and I smiled to myself, I had been waiting for someone to tell me those words and it was happing. But at that time I really wanted to be alone.

"Antonio please." I tried then turned to him but he wouldn't move an inch.

"Trust me being alone will not make you feel better. If you want some time to think, that's fine. I will just sit next to you and keep quiet but don't ask me to leave because that's one thing I can't do." He said staring at me with a stern look that told me he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

I placed my head on his shoulder then intertwined his hand with mine. I felt that my action surprised him because his body tensed up before he relaxed then kissed my hand.

"Am I the problem?" I asked as he played with my fingers.

"No. You were never the problem." He said but I still felt I was at fault.

"I wish I could believe that." I whispered as silent tears rolled down my face.

"Magari che avessi un modo per mostravi quanto to sbagli su di te" (I wish I had a way to show you just how wrong you are about yourself) He said in Italian. I tried to figure out what he said but failed.