Bad Girl Plays Nice

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

I'm not sure what made me so scared about that dream. The fact that I tried to shoot myself or the fact that I was alone. Amanda noticed my distraction.

"Hey, are you okay Camryn?" Amanda asked.

I turned to her, "Yeah yeah, I'm fine." I lied.

She started pounding on the seat in front of us.

"Ahh! I can't wait to get out of this hell hole. I'm so sick of it!" She shouted.

"What's got you so pissed off?" I laughed.

Amanda ran both her hands through her hair. "I'm failing."

I laughed again, "aren't we all?"

She looked away upset, "yeah, but I'm tired of it, this shit. I don't want to fail man."

I put my hand on her shoulder, "Then don't." I smiled. "You don't have to if you just try."

"Easy for you to say." She snapped. "You have a personal nerd to help you."

"Nah." I turned away from her and looked out the window.

"Alright class, today we'll be having our final assessment until your SATS next week." Mrs. Stevens announced.

I hope I do well.

The tip of the pencil was tapping my face every second as I struggled for question twelve. I looked over at Isaac and he smiled back at me so confident. I returned a sly smile and returned to my work. It was clear now.

The bell rang and I placed my packet in the turn-in bin.

After school I rushed home, I really didn't feel like hanging with the girls today. I haven't really felt like it lately.

When I came home no one was there which rarely happens. I walked to my bathroom and opened my cabinet. I stared at my pills and grabbed something else- a razor.

I took off my pants and brushed it against my thigh, lightly. I quickly threw it away and placed my fingers above my past scars. I will admit to being depressed in the past, not anymore. I reopened the cabinet and popped the pills in my mouth.

I rested my hands on the counter stared at myself blankly in the mirror, even my bags had bags, I'm fucking mess. Leaving the bathroom and heading towards my room I heard thumps. I looked over at the window and saw someone peering in. Isaac. I opened it and there he was, smiling at me.

I laughed, "you don't listen do you?"

"Not really," he shrugged.

"Well then let me explain it again." I leaned in closer. "Get the fuck away from me." I roughed my voice. "I have no idea how you found my house but I'd really appreciate if you will just get the fucking clue that I don't want to see you. It was one tutor session, not a date, k? I don't know why you're so obsessed with me, I'm not some damn charity project."

I shut my window in his face and walked away when I heard a settle mumble.

"I don't know why you're running from me Camryn! I'm just trying to be nice, something you obviously have never experienced from anyone before!" He said and then turned around and left.

I thought about him as he walked and I thought about him as I fell asleep that night and he's right. I don't expect people to be nice just because. I mean look at my friends, they're not nice. All the people I used to date, they were never nice. The only nice people I know are my family, and they're not even mine.

It's easier for people to be mean because then I know who they really are. I don't know who Isaac is, but if he's who I think he is then I don't want to know him. Because if his caring eyes and good boy personality are real then, someone catch me before I fall deeply on love.