One Month

Jealousy | 9

I slammed my book bag down on the ground and didn't even look towards Mark's way. Even in my attempt I still felt his gaze on me. I just ignored him and listened to what the teacher was saying. "Ah, Miss Detwild it looks like you finally joined us after a month of ditching." He said in a devilish voice.

"I was not dit-." I began but was cut off by Mark.

"She wasn't ditching FYI, she has brain cancer and only has one month left to live."He said practically telling my biggest secret to the whole school.

Everyone gasped and started whispering but the teacher quieted them and continued teaching.

I grunted and stole a quick glance his way.

We made eye contact for what seemed like hours but was only a few seconds. I quickly looked at my notebook I had out and started taking notes.

And that's how it went on the rest of the class, me slightly glancing over every two minutes and his death like stare on me. The whole class.

The bell rang and I hurried to collect my books before Mark could talk to me. As I walked out of class I was greeted by a smirking Devon. His wavy blonde hair falling over his bright green eyes.

"Why are you smirking?" I asked lightly while turning to my locker. "Does one need permission to smirk here?" He asked in a British accent. I laughed and grabbed my lunch money.

"Will you sit wit-" he was cut off by Mark shoving him against the lockers.

"Mark!" I yelled. I noticed that a crowd of people had gathered around us. Typical, Mark was the football team captan and star quarterback. While Devon was the Soccer team captan. And I was the ice skating let's just call it queen because everybody else, and this is the truth, sucked at ice skating.

Plus since I lived in a large house everybody wanted to come over so they became my friends.

"She's my woman, and you are not sitting with her." He yell whispered into his ear. But I could still hear.

"Mark, I'm not your woman, not after what happened yesterday at least." I commented casually not wanting them to get into a fight. I started looking through my purse for my mascara.

He dropped Devon and came over to me. His minty breath tingling my face. Stop it, you don't like him, he's weird and a jerk and...so hot and cute and so swee-" stop it STOP! I told myself

"Hi!" I said casually before turning away and reapplying my mascara. He turned me around quite harshly and forced his rough lips on to mine.

I was about to pull away but he was so inticing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and dropped my mascara. He wrapped his arms around my waist and chuckled lightly.

I pulled away. "No, no you are not going to drag me back in like any other -." I was cut off again by him pulling me back into the kiss. But this time it was harsh, his hands were traveling up my thighs and he was shoving his tongue down my throat.

I tore away from him. His face had a devilish look on it and I knew he was up to something.

I looked around and everybody was staring. I pulled my dress down and whipped my lips off with the back of my hand. I gave a mean and cold hearted glare to Mark.

I quickly ran down the hall to the bathrooms. I shut myself in one and burst out crying. My palms were sweaty and my body was shaking.

The next thing I knew I was hurling my guts out into the toilet.

So much for making the most of my last month of life.

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