Avoid Him

Chapter 7

Amelia

I can't believe that just happened. I kissed Brady fucking Adams. Well technically, he kissed me.

I'm supposed to stay away from everyone. Ignore everyone. I can't let anyone in, or else I'll get too attached. And once they are gone, I'll be ruined once again.

I need to stay away from him. I have to. There is no other choice.

Sure, that kiss was amazing. Definitely in my top 3.

Yes, before I turned "emo" or whatever, I used to be a slut. I went from boy to boy, trying to cover up my sadness, but my player ways only lasted 4 months until I traded boys in for black clothes.

Don't judge, I went through a lot. He ruined me.

It's his fault for making me this way.

He needs to pay for what he's done.

But I obviously can't decide that. Right now, I'm laying on my bed contemplating life. This is depressing.

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Sunday passed by in a blur, and it is now Monday morning.

I'm on my way to school, when I spot him. Brady is walking with Andrew to the school. Luckily he hasn't spotted me yet, so I decided to hide behind someone's bush in their front yard.

I count to 120, then I decide to climb out. They're no where in sight. Thankfully. I start my journey towards the school once again.

Five periods later, and it is now lunch. I'm sitting by myself once again. But I don't mind. I'm used to being alone by now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Brady approaching me. Shit. Here's where I run.

I stand up with my lunch tray, dump it in the trash, and scurry towards the exit.

I'm speed walking down the hall when two muscular arms wrap around my waist.

In a swift movement, he has me pinned against the lockers. His hazel eyes are staring intensely at me. His hot breath pans my face, and I am frozen in place.

Why the heck did I let him get this close to me?

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asks softly, brushing his fingers through my black hair.

"Because you're irrelevant. You're dumb. You don't matter. You shouldn't be involved with me. I need to stay away from you." I say in one breath.

"Wow. Thanks."

"It's the truth. I have to stay away from you." I say again.

"But why? Why do you have to distance yourself from me?" He questions with a frown growing on his face.

"It's none of your business." I try to wiggle out of his grip, and I finally do, just to be pushed back against the lockers once again.

"Let me go." I growl.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because when I do, you're just going to run away again." He says

"Maybe that's a good thing." I say, a little quieter.

"How is that good?" He asks

But before I can even answer, someone disrupts us.