Married To Protect You (DISCONTINUED; NEW AUTHOR)

Seventeen:- Hurt, Sorrow & Regret

~Justin's point of view~


2 Months Later . . .
-Homeroom-



"Alright! This Saturday, the school is arranging a school trip for the Seniors." Everyone cheered. Half of me is excited but the other was a little worried. I'll be stuck with David-- my bully and . . . . Darielle-- my soon-to-be fiance.



Oh God. Just mentioning Darielle made me blush. I still can't forget the image of what what happened between us in my room 2 months ago. I've been avoiding her since then. I know it's not gentlemanly but . . . what do I do if I saw her? Run away . . . That's what I'll do.



"We will be going on a cruise to Hawaii!" Everyone shot up from their chairs and screamed in joy. I just cringed at their excitement. "The principal wanted the last year for the Seniors to be remembered so, why not bring you all there?" The teacher exclaimed.



How am I going to afford to go on a cruise like that? "Don't worry about the fees. The teachers has already taken care of that." Great. . . Good thing to blow off steam but hard part is to avoid Darielle and my bullies.



Sigh . . . What am I going to do? Suddenly, the bell rang making everyone get up and pack their stuff. "Alright, everyone! Have a nice day and don't forget to tell your parents. Please get the papers which the school has printed out about the trip from me before you walk out."



I was the last one out. The teacher placed  her hand on my upper arm making me stop but didn't look at her. "Don't worry. We, teachers are going to keep those bullies out from your reach. Have a safe journey home." She spoke before I grab the paper and went out.



I sighed as I stared at the paper as I walked to my locker. I'm a Senior this year and the next, I'm gonna be a Freshman in a University. Time flies so fast. I don't even know what I'll choose for my future.



I finally got to my locker without getting insult or hurt in the process. I sigh in relief but it won't stay that way for long. I did the combinations and opened the door of the locker.



I saw the pictures of my old friends and my family. I weakly smile at the memories. Wish I could go back there. I sigh and place some books in the locker before closing and going off to home.



But, I was stopped by a person leaning against the locker beside mine. I jump in surprise, turn around and took a step back. "Hey, Justin." I recognize the voice and immediately my heart race on impulse.



The feeling of guilt fills up my body. I notice that she looks beautiful as always. I lick my lips in nervousness. Even now, I can't face her. "Will you please look at me?" She pleads in a soft tone. I could sense some hurt in it.



I took a deep breath and exhaled as I turned around to face her. "H-Hey-." She cut me off. "Why have you been avoiding me?" She ask with a hurtful look. My heart sank. I hate making girls upset-- especially, cry. 



"I-I. . . Y-You . . . I-I'm. . ." I have no words to say. I can't face a problem like this. I sigh as I look down. "I-I'm s-sorry." I mumble. I heard her sigh and clacking of the lockers. I saw that she was leaning against it.



She looks down as she crosses her arms. I heard her sigh. "It's fine." She says making me a bit surprise at her answer. I lift my head to see her back facing me. "You should be heading home." She says. I opened my mouth and try to reach out to her.



"Your mom would be worried." She says as she starts walking. "D-Darielle!" I call out. She stops and looks at me over her shoulder. Shock and guilt came over me when I saw the view. Hurt, sorrow . . . regret . . .



"I'm fine, Justin. Go home." With that she walk away without anymore to say. As soon as she was gone, my legs wobble and my body staggers. I fell to the floor. I drag myself to lean against the locker.



I'm dying with guilt and sorrow right now. When I saw her face as she says her sentence, I knew I shouldn't have avoided her. All I see is a tough girl but now, I think I crack her a little.



Though, I'm perplex. Why did she had regret on her face too? I understand the hurt and sorrow but . . . regret? What did she regret? Sigh . . . I'll figure that out later but right now, I'll have to find some way to apologize to her.

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