His Lies

Two..x

Chapter Two  here (: I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it ! I will edit soon, comment, vote and tell your friends if you liked ??

I stared at my phone uncertainly, and gulped back a wave of anxiety that swept over me every time I thought of texting Ethan. But I felt like an idiot feeling the way I felt now. No one had ever given me their number even if I was normal. I wasn’t a geek, but I wasn’t popular either. I had a few friends, but not once had they offered me their numbers.

I sighed and rolled onto my stomach, smothering my face into my pillow, and moaning. Why did he have to give me his number for? Just because he knocked me over didn’t mean he had every right to text me. We wouldn’t be friends. I wouldn’t allow it. I didn’t need the attention his mates did. I didn’t like having people hanging from my arms, or having anyone wrapped around my little finger.

A knot cramped up in my chest as I thought about Ethan. I growled under my breath and tossed my phone across my bed where it landed with a poof near my feet. It beeped once but I ignored it. It must’ve been Vodafone just reminding me that I needed to top-up sooner or later. I didn’t bother to check it.

I just put my hand up under my pillow removing the large sharp silver knife from its hiding place. I locked the door and seated myself in the corner of my room where there was no carpet. Quickly, I held the knife up to my forearm feeling the blade on ice cold on my skin. Shivering, I put pressure onto my hold and felt the blade begin to slice threw my skin easily.

I saw blood droplets form underneath the knife, pain buzzed throughout my body as I jerked the knife sideways out of my arm. I almost screamed and bit my lip. Blood oozed all over my hands and arm. Shaking, I got up and leapt for the tissues under my bed. I yanked my t-shirt off and wrapped it around my arm so that no blood would hit the carpet.

I winced, tears beneath my lids, and crawled back into my corner with the box of tissues I retrieved from under my bed. I dabbed the wound and then took up the knife again. Grimacing, I sliced into my arm again and again, only just managing not to scream in pain.

When I had finished torturing myself, I had made a row of six slices. I didn’t bother to wrap a band aid over them and just cleaned them with the water, then put on a long sleeve shirt. I disposed of my blood-stained tee and then checked my phone.

I was taken aback when I saw who the message was from. The screen said; Sexy Ethan, 9/7, 2:15pm. I had been cutting myself for half an hour. Wow. I hesitated to view the text and when I did, I wished I didn’t.

Hey, Spencer. Unless you have deleted my number, it’s Ethan. You should come and hang with me and the boys at 3? Txt back when you get this.

I rolled my eyes and replied, No thanks.

I got another text as soon as I put my phone down. God this guy was fast at texting. Hesitantly, I read the text aloud; Why not? Give you a chance to have fun, maybe?

Go away, I texted him slowly. It was harsh, but such a popular guy shouldn’t be asking a boring average person he had never met until he really “bumped” into them out to hang. There were other girls who would be willing to. And people…I didn’t like having a lot of company.

Ethan said; Oh c’mon, Spencer! You’re not still angry, are you?

Maybe I am.

Couldn’t he just go away?

Let me make it up to you.

Wow. Now he was really getting on my nerves.

No!!!! Please delete my number.