Chapter 9: the after MATH

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*outside the classroom*

Chris- Izza I'm- I'm srry I didn't mean to-

Izza-JUST SAVE IT CHRIS! *screaming/crying* just save it please let's get the t-teacher an help my friend

Chris- we'll I hear one of them is a doctor

*Izza jumps*

Izza- Who?!

Chris- Mr. Welsh when he first came here he was retired from his job as a do-

*izza starts punching chris*

Izza- YOU COULDA SAVED HER I HATE YOU *screams*

Chris- STOP OKAY STOP! *he says while shaking her trying to hold back his tears* let's get the teacher so we can get help *tries to hold Izza's hand*

Izza- *yanks her hand from his an starts running for Mr. Welsh room*

Wait! Chris screamed.

*they finally get to his door*

HELP PLEASE!! Izza screams while baging the door

Izza there's no use he probably thinks that's the storm making the noise. Chris says while gestering to the angry storm outside

Izza- HE HAS TO COME OUT!!! HELP PLEASE .....Please!!! *chris holds her from banging* NOOOOOOOO LET ME GO LET ME GOOO CHRISS PLEASE !!! I hate you ...I HATE YOU LET ME GO

Chris- IZZA HES NOT COMING LETS GO TO SOMEONE ELSE HES NOT ANSWERING SO BEATING YOUR HAND AGAINST THAT FROZEN DOOR TO A PULP ISNT HELPING

Izza- I wish it was you instead of mya ...I WISH IT WAS YOU

Chris p.o.v

I felt my blood boiling under my face which made me so hot that I started to sweat. I tried to act like I didn't hear her but her words kept replaying in my mind an I couldn't fight the huge tear falling from my face.

Chris- yo- you don't mean that

Izza- *runs to hit him once again while crying*

*chris dodges her swings an grabs her to hug her*

Izza- *lets out loud cries*

Chris- *says shakily barely getting it out* I'll always love you no matter what

Izza p.o.v.

I felt my body just relax suddenly an I blacked out. I fell asleep In Chris's arms. Every once in a while I can here him sniffing an shaking from fighting his tears in his sleep. I wanted to move so much but I stayed there because I actually felt warm an safe....an loved. Maybe he really did love me.......an maybe I love him too

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