A/N
I'm trying a new style of writing with my sister. Comment if you like/hate it. The feedback will help. Thanks! Carry on my lovelies!!!!
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Shane's POV
Anna almost killed herself yesterday. I cried over her for about 2 hours until Peyton pulled me away. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and it was the devil herself.
"Shane, we need to talk. I want to be with you. You don't deserve that little skank," Lisa said, fiddling with her blond hair.
"Don't call her a skank, you little skank," Shane pointed to himself, frustrated. "I'm the one who broke up with you. I deserved better than you. You probably used me like you did with Casper!" I dug my nails into my palms, trying to stay calm. Lisa made a squeaking sound, looking suprised.
"Oh God, who told you?" She sounds worried, but suprisingly not embarassed. Lisa's right hand plays with her long hair more quickly, showing signs of her getting nervous.
I consider telling Lisa, but I know that three seconds of pride dosn't matter if you hurt someone else after. "It dosn't matter-"
"Of course it does! Wait, was it Casper? I told him to not say anything!" Lisa rotates from playing to pulling her hair. She whippes out her phone from her pocket, texting with her non buisy hand.
"No! Stop," I raise my now red palms and grab hers, after a second, she looked up, tears in her eyes. "Other people found out. Casper never said a word..." I look down at her phone, which has a text message on it, ready to be sent. I slowly take the phone out of her hand, looking at Lisa's eyes for permission. She nodded her head slightly, falling on a chair. I look at the text.
'Hey, just wanted to... educate... you on how much of a FUCKING LIER you are. I knew you coudn't hold your tounge for this long."
I hold the phone in one hand and drop the other. The hand turned into a fist subconsiously. I look at the texts she sent during the three days at Vidcon. I'm surprised at all the sexual content that was sent between the two. Grossed out, I scrolled down to the newest text messages. They were about Anna.
"Here," I say to Lisa, handing the phone back. She looked at me, and resumed the worrying look. I finally understand why she's worried. Lisa doesn't care if I found out about her and Casper. She only cares about her reputation. Lisa starts to speak, but I raised my hand. "What's done is done," I say. "Anna is more important right now."
"Your right. I'll go ask the nurse if she's awake," Lisa said. She stands up and finally drops her hair. She smiles, looking relived, and turned to leave.
"Wait," I say looking down at my vibrating phone. The text is from Peyton.
'SHE'S AWAKE'
I read it out loud. "What?" Lisa asked. She took the phone from my hand. I look around for a nurse to ask for Anna's room number. Lisa grabs my hand, looking yet again worried. "What did you do to your hand?" I look down to notice a small pool of blood in the palm of my hand.
"Nothing," I say quickly. "I'll get paper towels or something in Anna's room. Is there any nurses in this fricking hospital?"
