OMG okay this is my third tome writing this......I clicked at bookmark by accident at the top of the page.....stupid mac book cpu.
UGH so i will re-rewrite it for you guys. UGH okay lovelies here goes....TAKE 3
LINDA POV!!!!
As soon as the frickin bell rang, i booked it out of my chemistry honors class and headed straight to my locker and slammed it shut with all the force I owned.
Why did i have to reject him? why couldnt i have just told him how i felt....and how i felt the same way about him?
Why couldnt i have done it before we got to this point.
To the point where it's way too late to fix things.
FLASHBACK***********
I made my way through the library looking for a different ORB (outside reading book) for English class. Stupid Mr. Petrocelli didnt think Harry Potter was good enough.
I sighed and put the book on a random shelf.
"Shh, people are going to here us baby." I rolled my eyes. probably just another slut, hooking up with just another man whore.
"mmmm, Christy." the male voice said. my eyes widened and I stopped dead in my tracks unable to move.
It cant be, who i think it is. ....but i know that voice all too well for it to be a mistake.
Mark.
I peeked around the corner....and sure enough, it was that same sexy black hair that i have loved for years.
"Marky," i whispered. his head snapped up and so did the blonde bimbo's. His eyes met mine, and I could see a flood of emotions in his eyes, but he quickly glossed them over.
"What do you want Linda? cant you see i'm busy?" the blonde bimbo smiled at me as he said this to me.
"Who is she anyway. and why is she calling you Marky? i thought that was my nickname?" she asked in a really whiny, bitchy voice.
He sighed and pushed a strand of hair out her face. "No one just my little sister. what do you want Linda?" Hurt ran through me as he spat those words at me.
"Uh nothing. just wanted to tell you that i uhh i'm just gona walk home" Mark looked hurt for a second and the nodded and replied.
"yeah whatever." and before i knew it, he returned to AHEM what he was doing with that slut.
As i watched the scene before my eyes, that was my confirmation that I was too late and my chances with the one i loved were gone.
Melodramatic it may seem. it was the truth and that pissed me the hell off.
END OF FLASHBACK******
I could feel the tears getting ready to spill over as i revisited that moment. How could he do this to me?
I exited the school building and made my way to the sidewalk as i started my walk home. it would take me at least 2 hours but i needed the time to just think. I definitely wasnt in any rush to see that A**HOLE!!!
About a half an hour later it started raining.
"UGHHHHH WHYYYYYYYY!!!!! why is this fucking happening to me?" i yelled into the air. hopefully i packed my umbrella.
It really started to pour as i stopped and bent down to look in my bag.
With the flippin fantastic luck i have (note the sarcasm) a car zoomed past me and splashed water all in my face, my hair.....everywhere.
"FUUUUCCCKKK" i yelled. I checked my bag for my umbrella, mumbling curse words to myself. today really isnt my day.
Why do i have such bad luck? I just zipped up my bag and threw it over my shoulder. oh well. just gonna have to get effing sick.
As soon as i said this I noticed the same car that splashed me, pulled up next to me on the side of the road. creepy much.
It was a bright yellow 2010 Nissan. not gonna lie. it was pretty hot.
The person in the car rolled down the dark windows and smiled at me.
"Hey need a ride?" he said. he looked around my age. 17. black hair, green eyes. He was quite hot i must say.
"Um no thanks. i dont take rides from strangers." i replied and kept walking.
No matter how much i wanted a ride, i cant just go hopping in cars with random strangers.
"I know you. We go to the same school. I'm Fabian. I've seen you around before i just thought maybe you needed a ride." he said with a smirk on his face, gesturing to my wet clothes.
"Do you have your school ID?" i asked. i dont play games. i swear if i get raped and killed someones gonna pay.
he rummaged through his wallet and found his ID. sure enough it said Fabian Monroe.
" alright fine." i opened the door and sat in his seat. "Thank you." i said. finally some good luck....i hope.
15 MINUTES LATER!!!*************
"Alright, i think this is you. I'm glad i could help you. i guess I'll see you around?" he said. i blushed and nodded.
"Thanks so much. but you know, im only wet because of you. it's all your fault." as soon as i said the words and saw the smirk on his face, i regretted saying it.
"Ugh youre gross. you know what i meant haha." I picked my bag up off the floor and thanked him again before getting out of the car. as i walked to my door, i heard him caling my name and jogging behind me.
"Linda, you..uh can i have your number?" he asked. I winced at the name he called me. why did he call me that?
"Um it's Lena and i dont date. sorry." he smiled.
"Im not trying to get with you I'm gay." i smiled and blsuhed. how embarrasing. well he didnt seem gay...then again how can you ever tell if someones gay or not?
"Oh sorry. um yeah sure. give me your phone." he dug in his pocket and handed it to me. When i finished typing my number in, and saved it, i handed it back to him. The look on Fabian's face was a mix between joy and excitement. like he had just won a prize. Weird.
"Here you go." i said, handing him his phone.
"Thanks, i'll call you sometime. see ya." i smiled and opened my house door.
Ugh!! here we go....again.
