I never thought he'd just leave like that. I wanted to spend eternity with him, but I guess he didn't have that in mind. I tried to give him my all, but I guess my all wasn't enough. I slowly got off the ground wiping away my smearing mascara, well more smearing then what it already was.
I looked in the mirror and mascara smudges were running down my eyes. I got a paper towel and wiped it off with soap before leaving. I opened the door and quickly fell from bumping into something hard. "Ouch." I complained.
"Oh I'm sorry." The person replied kneeling down towards and the person that I wanted to stab like 93 times was there. Christian Moore.
"Whatever." I said getting up.
"Hey, I want you to know I'm really sorry..." He said looking sincere."Wait.. Were you crying?"
"What's it to you?" I asked crossing my arms. I didn't want to talk to him at the moment. I wanted to go home and cry.
"Well your eyes are all puffy and red. And believe it or not, I am a nice person half of the time."
"Hah whatever." I said turning the other way to leave.
"Wait!" He yelled after me. I turned my head to look at him as he was jogging towards me.
"Yes?" I asked annoyed.
"Why don't I take you home?" He asked with hopeful eyes.
"Fine." I said giving up. Knowing he will never let me leave alone. He smiled and walked the opposite direction. I awkwardly just stood there not knowing if I should follow him. He looked back and tilted his head.
"You coming babe?"
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Alex's Story
Teen FictionAlex Michelle Northern. Such an innocent name, right? Alex was always the nice girl, never did anything wrong, and mostly perfect. Except she had a secret. She's bullied, name called, and pushed around every day by Mrs. Popular, Stacie Woods. Alex...
