Damaged

Chapter 7

"Liam we need to talk." I stormed through the school gates and grabbed Liam by the arm, taking him somewhere quiet to talk.

"What?" He was irritated.

"What is going on?" I kept my voice strong but low.

He looked away and took a deep breath before keeping his focus on me.

"We shouldn't be together Miley, I'm tiered of trying."

I wasn't too sad when I heard these words.
There wasn't a connection between us anymore.

He looked surprised when I didn't react.

"Go on." I said calmly.

"I uhh, I need to be alone for a while."

"Mhm." I nodded.

"You ok with this?"

"Yeah. All I wanna know it why you stopped trying.." I waited for him to answer but he didn't speak, "You don't love me anymore? Thats fine. It happens. You'll regret it, I'll move on."

"Oh."

I smiled and tried to walk away.

"Wait." He stopped me.
"I slept with Alexa."

I wasn't expecting that.

"Why?" I said plainly.

"It just happened."

"These sort of things don't just happen."

I shook my head, "You like her don't you? Have her. I don't mind."

"What?" He was surprised.

"If you can stop caring so can I."

"Miles I'm sorry." He came in for a hug.

I wasn't going to hug him back but he was my first real love and I'd never get to hug him again.

"Can I just ask something?" I stopped hugging him and stepped back.

He nodded.

"Was it you or her that wanted to do that?"

"Her at first. And I guess I just went on with it."

I nodded before quickly storming off.
I walked over to the nearest girls bathroom.
I pulled open the door with agresion.

I walked straight to the mirror.
Keeping my feelings in got hard.
I stared into my own green eyes that were shining under the light above me.

A million thoughts ran through my head.

I cringed my face and covered it with my hands.
I felt tears start to drop.

This is why I wear waterproof mascara. When life hates you, it's what makes it better.

I took my hands off my face and used them as a fan to turn my red face back to normal.

I propped my hair into a neat high pony and gave my makeup one last check before walking out the door.

I kept my head down and I strongly opened the door, walking straight into a solid body.

It was obviously a boy, considering the steak his stomach was made of.

I looked up.

"Carl." I stared into his face.

He smirked at me, "You never told me your name. So I can't say it.."

"Miley." I was still holding his shirt.