No more pain

Chapter 1:

"Don't worry about him, he isn't a part of your life anymore. You're with me now, no one else matters. Just give me all of your attention and all of your problems will disappear." Harry says looking down into my eyes. There is a look in his eyes that makes me slightly uncomfortable, it almost looks lustful or ambitious. "But what will they think, I just broke up with him? They may think that I'm sort of hoe, moving from one guy to another." I say. "Maybe being a hoe isn't such a bad thing" he says stepping closer to me trying to put his hands on my hips. I back up away from him as a frightened look flashed across my face. He gets into moods like this every once in a while, and it makes me question why I even like him. Ever since I broke up with Casey, he has flirted with me a lot and made a lot of comments that make me uncomfortable. But this was the worst by far. "No, it's always a bad thing. And maybe I would be a little more attached to you if you didn't go around saying stuff like that to me all the time. It honestly scares me." I reply. "But I only do it because you are so beautiful. And I have waited for you to leave him for me for so long, now I finally have you to myself. I don't have to share, it's just instinct." He says still trying to get closer. I take another step back only to realize that my back is against a wall. He sees this and a sly sneer spreads across his face. "Come on, Lola, don't keep me waiting. I've been wanting to call you mine for the longest time. All you have to say is that you'll go out with me and that's it. Quick and painless." His hand finally rests on my hip but I push it off, trying to get him to realize that we are still in school. People are starting to stare as they walk by, It hits me that if I'm going to do something, I need to do it now. "Sorry, but I think I just need a little time to myself. To think this whole thing through." I say as I dodge one of his arms trying to hold me in place. His hand barely misses my wrist as a finally get into the open space. "Come on, don't walk away like this. I just walk to talk it out, maybe I could help you make a decision" he says with a devilish look in his eyes. "No thanks, I'll do fine by myself. Oh, and I'll just walk myself home if that's alright." He normally drives me home, but being in a car with him at the moment doesn't seem too appealing right now. "Don't be like this" He says. "Too late" I say as I walk down the hall to the front doors of the school. The rush of students trying to be the first ones out is long gone. Harry pulled me aside right as my class got out, and we had been talking about the break up for like 10 minutes. I start mentally preparing myself for the long walk home as I see an older green corvette pull out of one of the parking spots near the back of the lot. 'That's a really cool car, how have I never noticed it before?' As I'm approaching the intersection that it's sitting at, the passenger side window slowly rolls down. I look inside the window to see a boy with blonde shaggy hair and green eyes peeking his head out. "Hey, you look like you need a ride" he calls out to me. "From you, no thanks. I don't take rides from horny teenage dudes." I shoot back. "No, I'm serious, it's cold out there and you didn't look like you were headed to a car" he says, I expect to see some sort of humor in his face, but all I see is genuine concern. I shiver as it suddenly hits me how cold it actually is outside. I'm not sure how I hadn't noticed but now i was losing heat fast. And the wind didn't help any. "You better decide fast, the people behind me are getting a little agitated" he says as the car behind him honks his horn at him to hurry up. "Oh alright, but only because it's cold" I say as I open the door and scoot into the passenger seat. As I close the door, I realize how good it smells in the car, like a forest and flowers all in one. I glance out the window to think about what I just got myself into and I see Harry staring at me through the window. He looks shocked and pissed all at once. I turn away to try and ignore how much I probably hurt him, even though I'm kind of proud of myself for that conversation with Harry. "So what's your name, lost girl?" The boy with the blonde hair asks. "One: I'm not lost, and two: my name is Lola. What's yours?" I say in return. "Peter, but let's not talk about me. Let's talk about you, why were you walking home? I've seen you get in a car with that douche Harry everyday, why are you walking home today?" A look of shock comes across my face as he finishes his sentence. "How did you know about Harry?" "I've been around here for awhile. I know everyone"