SAMS POV
"What the hell do you mean by you and Sams Jc?" I heard Mia practically scream
She seemed angry, as if she was going to explode within minutes. I tried to calm her down which just got her to become more frustrated, which eventually led to crying.
"Mia, I'm sorry I don't know what we did wrong. Why is it such a big deal that Jc's one of our best friends? Did he do something to you?"
"Yeah, just tell us what he did and we can talk to him and fix it" Kian said
MIAS POV
"Fix it?" You can't fix the pain I felt because of him. You can't fix anything, it's too late. He can't just say "I'm sorry" and expect me to forgive him. The emotions he made me feel, the hatred he made me feel for myself, all the misery I went through because of him. He's a big part of the reason I do what I do. Why I'm depressed. Why I self harm. All because of some stupid boy. So no, you can't fix it. "
After that I was completely balling my eyes out.
By now we were sitting on the front of the steps of the school. Curled up into a ball, Kian and Sam trying to comfort me.
"I-I'm sorry. I-I know-I know it's not your guys's fault." I managed to say between sobs.
"I just... Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
KIANS POV
"Well" again, Sam and I said in sync. Sam gave me a nod telling me to explain this one.
"Well, I just wanted to say we are sorry, it is our fault. If we had known sooner Jc wouldn't have been bothering you anymore. And he would've had a black eye and a broken nose."
I managed to make her laugh. Which I loved. She really was cute. All innocent, kind, not conceited. I loved her. More than a friend? I don't know. I guess I'm still trying to figure that out.
After staring at her for a good solid 3 minutes, I finally snapped out of it and continued on.
"Hey, do you guys wanna ditch school today, we could do whatever you'd like," I said turning to Mia.
"I'll explain the rest in the car."
Sam and I stared at Mia waiting for an answer.
"Sure" I heard Mia say.
I saw Sam chug his arm up and down like a chu chu train, if I asked Sam that question, it would've been an easy yes.
We got into the car, Sam driving, Mia in the passengers seat, and me in the back seat.
"Well, to continue, we honestly didn't know Jc was bothering you, we've been really close for a really long time. 8th grade to be exact.
Anyways, we didn't tell you because we honestly thought you knew. We saw you talk to him a couple of times while you were at your locker. You seemed like you were fine so we let you be.
Now that I think about it, your back was always faced to us, but Jc always had the biggest smile on his face so I thought you would to.
Me and Sam never talk about him because we thought you liked him. And we didn't wanna make it awkward.
"I'm sorry"
"Yeah, I'm sorry too Mia" sam said.
SAMS POV
"So, know that you know why we didn't tell you, can you pretty please tell us what he did to you so we can kick his ass?"
I pouted my lips, fluttered my eyelashes and faced her, which earned a giggle. I admit, she was beautiful, very.
"You're cute Pottorff, I'll give you that." Mia said
My cheeks started turning even more red than they usually are, I was basically a tomato.
"Awhhh, Pottorffs embarrassed!" Mia said pinching my cheeks
"Shut up Mia" I said pouting again.
"I'll tell you on one condition. You have to take Kian and I to your house and watch movies all day while eating pizza and possibly crying." She said looking at me and then turning her head to Kian
"Deal!" Kian and I said again, in sync.
I kissed my hand and held it out
You see, instead of spit shaking, we kiss our hand, and slap eachother across the face.
I was about to slap Mia across the face, when she suddenly yelled something in my face I really don't know what the hell she said but, let me tell you. It scared the crap out of me. It was something along the lines of MEHHEH
I jumped back and put my hand over my heart. "WHAT THE HELL MIA" I said half screaming half crying.
Finally, we were out of the school parking lot and within minutes, in my driveway.
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Forgive Me
FanfictionMia was a 17 year old senior in high school, she was nothing like the other girls. She was in no way conceited, rude, disrespectful, or fake (literally) she wasn't plastic but she was surprisingly way more beautiful than the ones that tried. Mia was...