Chapter 2:
Haley's P.O.V.
"Haley, aren't you coming?" I heard his wonderful voice ask me.
I couldn't....wouldn't move. It hurt. Less then when I lost it, but more than it should.
"Love?" he asked and I heard him walk toward me.
"No," I said.
I didn't even know what to think at this point. What was I supposed to do?
"No. No. Don't call me love, I don't know you!" I cried and walked away, feeling pain.
"Haley! Please. I know something is wrong," he said and tried to catch up with me.
"No. Please. I need to be alone," I said and it pained me. But as I walked faster, I didn't hear him follow me.
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I felt hands wrap around me and I jumped and pushed the guy away.
"Hey! Don't push me away! A hug is a hug, whether it is the front or the back!" Damon said.
"Hey man! Yeah, I'm just a little jumpy. Tired, I guess," I said and he went in for another hug.
"No," I said and he stopped.
"What's up your ass?" he asked.
"Damon! I really-" I stopped myself, overcome with sadness.
"Haley?" he asked as I walked out of the school.
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"Now let me see that booty work, booty work, boo-boo-boo-booty work booty work," I skipped the song on my IPod.
No, T- Pain. You may not see my booty work.
I really did not need music talking about sex right now.
"Birthday Sex, Birthday Sex, Birthday Sex,"
Are you kidding me? I skipped this song and I heard once again, another song about sex.
I just stopped listening and threw my IPod in my lap roughly.
The subway bumped a little as we skidded to a stop.
I know, bad move taking the subway, but I didn't really care at this point.
I was screwed no matter what.
I knew I would never see him again. The man who found me. The man with cats eyes. The man with a 6pack. The man who tried to help, but I pushed him away.
I knew better that to go anywhere with him. I wasn't stupid. But there was this...chemistry.
We were...almost....MADE to be together.
I laughed a little at the thought. I knew I was meant to be alone.
I sighed as the bus finally stopped. I got up and waited to flood out of the doors live every other New Yorker.
I walked to the stairs when I got a call. I picked my phone from my bag and looked at the number.
It was unknown and I sighed in irritation.
This number belonged to some other person, so from time to time, I would get people asking for him. I simply told them it was a wrong number.
I made it to the top of the stairs and put the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Now what makes you think that going to school was the best idea?"
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I know guys, short chapter. But hey, more is comming. Who will this be? The rapist, or the savor Avalon? Read to find out!!!
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Teen FictionHaley's life already is as normal as she can get it. Living with her grandmother with no parents, trying to finish school, and working double shifts at a local book store. A dead end artist is all she sees herself becoming. But one night she takes a...
