Two Sides Of Life (On Hold)

1. The Cutting Words

Authors Note: I got to edit this story, and I hope you enjoy it. It's gets better the next chapter.

You know the stories that have the girl fall in love with the bad boy, well that happened to my best friend. Guess who introduced them, me. I bumped into him, and for a whole week he tried to talk with me, but I had my best friend do all the talking. I mean she did all the talking; you would think he would run away but he was so amused he asked her out. They tried to get me and his best friend together which didn’t turn out to well. Well, actually we agree on tons of stuff, but we’re not interested in each other. So now I’m sitting next to him watching my best friend make out with her boyfriend.

“Hey,” some pretty blonde said passing by me and Peter.

“Hey, can you come here?” I asked the girl. Peter quickly looked at me, and I smiled at him.

“What?” She said looking at me really confused.

“Can you sit in my spot? When I get up almost every girl comes running to take it.” I said and stood up. I grabbed my food, and I hit Peter with my hip. She sat down and I walked away. I threw away my food, and went to grab my phone to realize it wasn’t in my butt pocket. I walked back and my phone was in Peter’s hands. I wrapped my arm around Peter’s shoulder and tried to grab my phone. He held on really tightly. He set his hand on my hip, and slowly slid it down. I hit his hand, and he let go of my phone. It hit the ground, and I smiled. I picked it up, and kissed him on the cheek. Of course my best friend saw it and took a picture.

“Really?” I said, “Thanks Peter. I’m going to be getting a new one now.”

I walked away, and started to feel bad. I have done so much to this phone, and this is how it goes. Oh well. I walked into my next class, and everyone was staring at me.

“Stacy, why is every staring at me?” I asked the girl next to me who is another friend of mine, but we don’t talk that much anymore besides in class.

“Look” She said handing me her phone, and it was a video of me next to Peter and me kissing him on the cheek. My jaw tensed and I looked at who sent it.

“Mark” I said with a very anger mellow voice.

“Oh sh*t, he’s in trouble” Stacy said and smiled. I handed her her phone, and throughout the whole class all I could think about was see his hand touch my butt and he kissing me. I went to my two other class, and then gym. Did the five miles they had us run or walk. My anger fired me to run faster, and then I saw my best friend and her boyfriend looking at me. I saw Peter trying to act like he wasn’t affected by that video. I walked over to them, and looked into his eyes. The next thing I knew he was laying on the ground holding his eye.

“Don’t you ever do that again! Your best friend was trying to get together with Marie Douglas and you screwed it up for him!” I yelled at him, and walked back to the school to take a shower. I sat on the floor of the shower, and held my hand. The shower curtain flew open, and Peter looked down at me. He through a towel at me, and turned around.

“What the hell?” I yelled at Peter. I covered myself and he turned around.

“You destroyed his rep” he said. His eyes burned with fire.

“He sent that video to everyone. People aren’t going to know that we were joking around with each other. Plus, that’s so cruel to do to your best friend.” I said walking to my locker. 

“I sent that video” he said. I turned around, and looked at him. I slapped his face, and his cheek showed my hand print.

“Get away from me” I said turning to my locker, and ignoring him.

“I didn’t send it to everyone’ he said and walked out. I sat down, and thought about what just happened. He was lying. He didn’t do it; he wouldn’t do something like that. He was trying to make sure that I didn’t hate his best friend and didn’t affect my relationship with my best friend. I was still really angry, and I needed my space. I walked home, and listened to my music.

I got home, and saw my best friend talking, I mean flirting, with my brother. My brother saw me, and walked away. She turned around and walked up to me.

“That was stupid what you did.” She said looking at me.

“We shouldn’t talk until this boils down.” I said still feeling angry, hurt, mad, and sad.

“No! you are the meanest, cruelest person in the world! Your are such a b***h, and I never want to see that ugly face of yours ever again.” She yelled at me and walked to the door. I wanted to yell and scream, but a voice in my head said not yet.

“Be careful” I said and surprised myself.

“Be careful of what?” She said.

“Be careful that he doesn’t break your heart,” I said.

“You’re the only who could” She said and slammed my front door.

I starred at the front door, and my shoulders became very heavy. I lifted my foot to every step. I felt like five hundred pounds of potatoes were on my back.

Once I got to my room, and closed the door. The little thing inside me broke. I fell to the ground and burst out into tears. I had a hurtling scream come out of my mouth. I felt like a part of me died.

“Ebony, what’s wrong?” my twenty-one year old brother asked picking me up.