Chapter 3 ~ Run In With The Bad Boy
I look up to see what hard thing I smacked into through my blurry eyes (guess crying and running isn't the best idea) and to say I was surprise was an understatement. I bumped into the school bad boy Vince Reed. What I was surprise about was that he wasn't yelling at me and telling me to piss off, he just stood there. His eyes were filled with sadness as he stared down at my arm. I look to wear he was staring , and saw that my shirt slid up to reveal my scars. I quickly slid my shirt down and quickly gather all my stuff that fell when I did. As I did tears fell down my face and I expected Vince to leave so he wouldn't have to deal with drama but he didn't. He took my books from my hands, sat with me, hugged me, and let me cry on his shoulder while he said, "It's okay I'm here now."
After I cried for a while on his shoulder, with him telling me it's going to be okay, I finally stopped crying. I just layed there wondering why he is being so kind. He was Vince Reed, the school's bad boy, he was a loner and was suppose to be hard-ass so why was he helping me. I think he read my mind because he answered my question.
"I see what they do to you, and I just saw what you do to yourself, so I figure you just need to somebody to comfort you when you cry." he said just staring at the wall.
"Thanks, and could you not tell anyone about my cuts." I replied, and he just nodded his head.
"If you ever need a person to talk to, I'm here everyday at lunch. You're welcome to join me." he said now looking at me.
I stood up and headed to my next class smiling. For the rest of the day I was thinking about Vince. I kept on smiling until the end of the day, then I realized I still had detention.
Somehow I know detention is going to make this painful day to a long painful day.
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The Bad Boy Saved Me
RomantizmHi my name is Elena Tucker, and this my story. My life isn't so good I have an abusive father, and a workaholic mom. Everyday I walk into school with bruises on my face, but nobody cares, they just push me around and that's why I self- harm. One day...