My Mistake, Jake. (COMING SOON)

Chapter One: Are You Going To Kill Me?

I know last chapter is in third person, but I'm having the rest of the book in POV because it is easier and takes less time for me to edit haha. Sorry if you have/get confused.

Chapter One: Are You Going To Kill Me?

"Charlotte! What the hell is wrong with you?" Zedd screams in my ear, causing me to jump back. Which then caused me to land on the floor in a twisted position, making Zedd start bursting out with laughter. And because Zedd was laughing, everyone else was laughing.

"Quiet down!" Mrs Brown hushed the class. I picked myself up off the floor and collected my belongings.

Wiping the one stray tear that had fallen down my cheek, I wondered over to the front desk with every ones curious eyes on me. "May I please have a bathroom pass?" Moving my feet around I asked, uncomfortable with all the stares.

"Sure darling, just don't take too long," She gave me a warm smile before passing me the bathroom pass.

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I splash cold tap water onto my face and grab a few sheets of paper towel from nearby. I dry off my now clean face and stare at the reflection in the mirror. I look pathetic, I am pathetic.

I stumble into one of the toilet stalls and sit myself on the closed toilet lid, and making sure to lock the door behind me. I rummage through my back pack and eventually find my razor blade. I bring the blade up to my sensitive skin and press down, hard. The blade pierces my skin and bright red blood oozes out of the fresh wound. I smile to myself, at last - relief.

I stand up from the cold toilet lid and unlock the toilet stall, walking over to the small sink. I turn on the tap (unfortunately it only had a cold setting) and bring my arm under the faucet. Before I could do so, the bathroom door opens and someone walks in.

I scream, then quickly back up against the bathroom wall. "Zedd? What the hell! This is the girl's bathroom." What is wrong with this retard?

He smirks at me, but starts walking towards me nonetheless. Every step he took forward, I took a step backwards. Eventually, my back hit the brick wall behind me.

"Ow," I grimace. When did that get there? I bring my arm up to my head and find a bruise already forming. That was quick.

I move my eyes from the floor and look at Zedd. His eyes are wide and his mouth is wide open, a small drop of saliva desperately trying to escape his lips. Those juicy red lips...

Wait, why does his face look like that? I mean, why does he look so shocked? Did I un-consciously do something?

All of a sudden, Zedd is standing in front of me and I could feel the anger radiating off of him. He grabs hold of my wrist, "what's this?" Ohhh.

I stay silent and try to keep a blank face. He sighs. Guiding me back over to the sink, he brings my arm under the still running faucet. Grabbing the paper towels, he wipes off the excess blood carefully.

Turning off the tap, throwing the blood-stained paper towel in the bin, he snatches my bag and digs through it for the razor. Once he finds it, he tucks it inside his pocket.

"Come, I'm taking you to Tina," Zedd tugs the sleeve of my shirt down and grabs hold of my hand.

"No, please don't. I don't want anyone to know about this, Please Zedd," I beg him. He ignores me and keeps dragging me along to Tina's office.

"Stop worrying, I have it under control."

As soon as we entered the nurse's offices, Tina rushed over to us and squeeled once she saw my arm. "Oh my deary, what happened?" She guided me over to the bed and told me to sit down.

She closed the curtains and left to grab supplies for my arm. With Zedd. Oh, fuck.

Two minutes later, Tina and Zedd both walked back into the room. "Okay, I have a bandage and some medicine to put on your wound. I also have medicine to numb the pain, okay darling?" I nod at her, even though I don't want to numb the pain.

Once she had treated the cut, bandaged it and forced me to swallow a tablet, the bell rung notifying us it was now the second lesson of the day.

We had just left Tina's office and students were piling out of classrooms filling the hallways. Zedd grabbed onto my shaking hand and pulled me over to where our bags were. He grabbed both bags and swung them onto his back and shoulders.

He placed his hand on the small of my back and lead me to what look awfully like the school parking lot. "Where are we going? We're supposed to be in English."

He ignored me. Bitch.

I tried to stop, but Zedd, as quick as lightning, grabbed a hold of my hand and quite literally dragged me into the passenger seat of his black range rover.

We drove, and drove, and drove.