In this chapter, I couldn't stop laughing and smiling just at the mere thought of this memory. I swear, this is how I knew Jeremiah was the one for me. XD
After he questioned us, Jeremiah pulled his head away from mine and shouts, "Yes!" His smile disappeared quickly after Jeremiah's angry shout and he muttered a quick, "Okay," before standing and retreating to the back of the classroom.
I felt my face turn red and the heat on my face was burning me from the inside out. I couldn't stop the smile from appearing on my lips, so I turn back towards Jeremiah and covered my face in the his neck. I started to laugh and I cannot explain how nice it felt to have someone care about me. To have someone acknowledge that I have been hurt and that I did not want to be anywhere near him.
I know that part of the reason Jeremiah shouted was because he wanted me by his side and not the other male's. Then again, when I started to laugh, I saw Jeremiah gain a smile of his own. I explained to him that he wanted to speak with me outside, and to my surprise, Jeremiah knew. Jeremiah said that he knew he wanted to speak to me but that I didn't want to be anywhere near him. That's why he shouted at him.
Jeremiah understood how I felt.
He didn't talk to me privately after that. I think I remember him asking when the next time we can talk again, but I told him that I was busy and any other time he tried to ask me, I told him that I didn't want to talk to him.
He still texted Kassandra, but he stayed out of the group. He mostly hung out in Aristotle's group, but I couldn't care less about what he planned to do with his life. I just wanted him to leave me alone and not hurt anyone I care about.
But just like before, they were not done with me. The hole that they threw me in was getting deeper and deeper by the second. I was surprised I wasn't dead already.
Another situation that he put me through was that day I got a call from Ryan, who was mad at me due to a lie that he came up with.
Now the next chapter is something that, whenever it is brought up, I get incredibly pissed and complain to the nearest person about how infuriating the whole experience was. So, I hope you all continue to stay updated.
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The Devil's Trap
Non-FictionThis is not a story or a book about fictional events. Everything that I wrote in this is true. When I was a Sophomore, I was friends with a certain boy who became one of the people I hate the most. Everything he did to me, everything he said to me...
