Good Girls Love Bad Boys

Confused Feelings

hopefully I can start updating my fanfic regularly now and I don't get stuck on what to write bc that has happened so much lately and it frustrates me

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When I got into English class, I asked Victoria, a girl who sat two seats in front of me, to trade seats with me. Thankfully, she agreed and she was overly excited to be sitting beside Dinger, just a small aisle separating their desks.

Ever since he snapped at me, I've been a little fearful of him. I went home and cried some more and I refused to eat dinner because I was so upset. I thought people liked it when they had other people who cared about them, but Dinger was different. I couldn't figure him out. I knew there was something bothering him, something deep inside that was messing him up. I can't imagine Dinger growing up acting like he does now. Something had to have sparked his horrible behaviour.

I just couldn't think what could've sparked it. It was hard when you didn't know anything about his past because he wouldn't tell you anything. He's like a closed book, no one knows what's on the inside, we only know what's on the cover.

I sat down in my new seat hoping our teacher wouldn't notice and make a big deal. I got my notes out from the previous class and set them out in front of me. I looked back at Rio, two seats back and a row to the right from me. She was staring at me with a confused look.

"Anne? What are you doing sitting up there?" Rio leaned forward in her seat so she could hear me over the loud noise of the other kids in the class.

"I'll explain to you after,"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I half smiled at her and turned back in my seat. I looked up and saw Dinger walk into class. Surprisingly, he was early. That was a first. I quickly looked back down as he started to make his way towards me to get to his seat.

He limped in, wearing ripped jeans and his dark green jacket he wore everyday. His hair was moussed as always. He plopped down in his seat with no books at all. He was always unprepared so it wasn't that new to the class.

I kept my head down. I didn't want to face him or look at him or even hear about him. He hurt me emotionally and physically. I looked down at my wrists to see two purple bruises on each wrist from where he squeezed my wrists so hard I thought they'd break. I rolled my sweater sleeves over the bruises so the teachers wouldn't get suspicious and call my mom.

Ms. Avery walked in and started right away. We were behind in our lesson and she wanted to get through three lessons in the 80 minute class. I started to quickly write down the notes she was scribbling on the board.

A piece of paper hit me in the back of the head. I turned around and saw Rio. I wasn't in the mood to talk right now so I turned back to the front before she had the chance to say anything. A couple seconds later, an eraser hit me in the back of the head again.

"Ow!" I whispered, rubbing my head where it hit and turned back to Rio.

"What?" I mouthed.

She flicked her head to the left. "Dinger." She mouthed back. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"What about him?"

"Look," she dropped her head down and started taking notes again.

What was Dinger doing that was so important I had to look? I didn't want to look at him but my curiosity was eating me from the inside. I was sure that if I didn't look I would burst.

I casually began to turn, looking at all the kids beside me and making my way up. Finally, my gaze reached to Dinger and our eyes met. He quickly diverted his gaze from me and looked out the window that was to his left.