You take my breath away, you're a super nova- Eminem
Christelle's POV
A few days have passed, Jason has been acting strange. Sean no where in sight. And Laury always on Jasons case. Jay seemed like the only normal blushing self. I was waiting for the weekend for when I could see his oh so perfect boyfriend. Today is friday and never have I been so happy.
We all were huddled in our usual spot in the cafeteria. I sighed, sipping on my hot chocolate. It was a damn freezing day. Dark, scary clouds blocking out the sun, the wind whistling against the trees and rain pouring like it never has before. I was dressed in my black knit polar neck which had 'Slayer' on it. My light blue skinny jeans hugged my legs and behind comfortably and black combat boots provided warmth to my toes. My dark beanie covered my ears from the wondering cold.
For a moment I felt peace, enjoying the cold day with my friends. A comfortable silence in a little bubble of our own. I closed my eyes, inhaling the steam of the delicious aroma. Smelt like heaven. I released a deep breath, opening my eyes into shades of watching grey.
Sean was at the opposite side of the cafeteria from me, his finger swiping his bottom lip absently as he stared as if looking into my soul. I tensed. No. Dont. I tore my eyes away from him and settled on a fuming Jason who marched into the little room like a bull.
I frowned, wondering what the fuck he's problem was. He sat tersely by my side, avoiding eye contact. "Everything okay?" I asked, he snapped his blank green eyes to me
"Everything is fine. Just fine." He more like seethed. I raised a brow at his tone. "Whats your problem?" I demanded, setting my cup down. He turned full on his seat, eyes glaring into mines.I felt Lauren and Jay's gaze on me and Jason but right now I had enough of the cold shoulder. "Wanna know whats really wrong,bella?" He hissed the name. His eyes clouding in murdering rage. I raised both brows in confusion and disbelief...the only person who calls me that is Sean...which means..
"Jason, he means nothing to me." I lied, straight through my teeth. Jasons eye twitched, his fingers trembling, leg shaking uncontrollably. "Dont you lie to me, Christelle. You wanna bitch around just like that whore, Mia." He said lowly, dangerously.
I didnt even realise the loud thump that echoed around the room. I only realised after I saw Jasons shocked expression, Lauren's and Jay's astonished round eyes and the cafeterias silence. But what actually gave it away was the five fingered red print on his right cheek.
I slapped him. Hard. And my hand was stinging from the force. I knew my eyes were wild, breathing still. "Dont you fucking dare accuse me of shit you dont even have evidence to prove. Listen to me, and listen to me clearly," I said coldly, raising up from my bench, staring him down, "I am not a whore, like you ex. I am not a bitch. Get your fucking facts right before you come throwing your useless accusations at me." I levelled my tone to a deafening soft eerie voice.
I had enough of this shit. I got up, and left the cafeteria that reminded me of an abandoned building. I walked out, not once glancing back, eyes set ahead, head high and shoulders straight.
My momma always said 'Do it, own it, dont let any one steal it. Keep your head high, baby girl. No one can take your pride and dignity from you. Now give your momma a hug, princess,' Tears pricked at my eyes. I missed her so much, our parents hardly had time to come home...when ever I needed a mothers tender love and care, she wasnt there.
No...Im more than this. Im not weak. With that thought, I shoved the tears down. I walked straight through the schools doors, into the pouring rain, soaking me instantly. It was ice cold. And I needed that, a cold slap to get me back to this life. I glanced up at the sky that continuosly dropped water. Dark. Gloomy. Thunder roared somewhere nearby, flashes of light decorating the sky like thrown strings of cotton. Striking like pin pointing an object. I stopped and stared. It was beautfiul.
Standing in the rain, my eyes wide into the image before me. I couldnt move. I shivered, the water soaking into my clothes. Tilting my head to the sky, I let the belting rain caress my skin. I released a breath, the air fogging. A loud angry groan sounded in the clouds, nearly shaking me. I opened my eyes, lashes wet from the water pouring.
"Bella!" I heard his voice. His sweet, sweet voice. I dream of his voice. I dream of things that could never happen. I hated it. It wasnt reality. My breathing turned ragged. Nothing could ever go right in my life. Never.
"Bella! Get out of the rain!" I heard his pushing voice, calming through a storm. I turned around, his figure was blurred from the rain. He was standing inside the port.
My eyes were wide as I regarded him. He froze. And time seemed to hold fairy tales hand. My vision cleared and there he was...gorgeous, frantic...and scared.
Why was he scared? Theres nothing wrong. Dont be scared.
He stared at me, his grey eyes....always so arrogantly confident...lost. This wasnt the Sean I knew. The Sean I knew was so sure about himself, always walking forward with that shit eating grin. The Sean that stands there now...seemed haunted...something eating away, pain laced recognition splayed across his pale face.
His hair was whipping with the wind. Im sure I looked worse. Drenched in coldness and hair blowing wildly, face dripping with water and eyes wide. He stared at me, quietly pleading with me...for what? I have no idea...
I felt numb. I couldnt feel anymore. Anything. And the last thought before my eyes shut, body slowly collapsing, was Sean...Sean as a boy, looking at me like I was the last hope in his life. His wide terrified grey child like eyes wanted something....he wanted me to forgive him..
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A/NLol Sean. I want emotion in this book. So you guys see what you feel about it and tell me.
Love,
An kitty :)
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