⚠ might be short. I'm updating on my phone and it doesn't have a word count. Message me if you want an update.
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Claire
They're staring. Why are they staring? I asked myself.
Walking to school was always a breeze to me because people never really notice me. Now? Now they keep shooting me sympathetic looks or some of them openly laugh at me and whisper behind their hands. I don't know what their problem is so I shrugged it off. It's probably just rumors. Heading straight to my locker I saw something taped on it, a picture I think. As I got closer and closer I saw what it was.
No, it can't be.
He wouldn't do this.
No he just can't.
Staring blankly at the picture I crushed it in my hands and threw it away. I knew this was inevitable, I knew this would happen and at the back of my mind, I knew I just knew that he was doing this for all the times he cancelled our dates. Sigh, I don't need another one of this shit happening to my life again. Feeling the familiar sting in my eyes and the lump in my throat, I swallowed back the sob and then proceeded to open my locker just to be flooded by tons and tons of picture of him. She was on top, Oh goodness! She was naked and she was throwing her head back while he had his hands on her hips. Fuck! Why me?! Why does this have to happen to me?! Wasn't I good enough?! I gave 2 years of my life for him and he just did this to me! I tried, I really tried holding back the tears and the small sob that was threatening to come out, but I can't! This was too heart-wrenching, the image burned at the back of my mind.
My knees went weak and I sat on the floor sobbing my heart out, my shoulders shaking. It wouldn't hurt this much if the girl he was with didn't have to be a friend of mine. Tessa, how could she do this to me? And Brandon? That guy knew me more than I knew myself, he knew every little secret that I have. This is too cliché. My boyfriend and my friend. Sure and why not my mother and the principal?! And what about the school slut and the tea--
My thoughts got cut off as a hand was wrapped around my shoulder. Mike. Mike was my bestfriend since 4th grade, he was the new kid at the time so I tried talking to him which resulted in me embarrasing myself because he only knew little english back then, he transferred from Italy.
I tried to wipe my eyes dry with the back of my hand but was unsuccesful.
"Oh babe, don't worry I'm here" I heard him coo in my ear as he was squatting beside me and hugging me. I hiccuped and turned to hug him and hid my face in his neck.
"H-how c-c-could he---" I tried speaking but it ended with a small cry.
"Sssshhh. You deserve better Angel" Mike whispered as he slowly lifted me up bridal style. I continued hiccuping and crying onto his shoulder as he walked to the school exit. He knew where to go when I was sad. It was our only special spot where Brandon didn't know of even Tessa.
He put me on the passenger seat of his car as we finally arrived at his car, buckling me up and crouching beside me. He lifted my chin with his index finger and said " Now, give me your phone and don't you say no, I know that testa merda will call and text you which will only result of you crying again. Sei troppo bella per piangere." I knew he was angry because the hands that were now wiping my tears were shaking and his accent was more pronounced, I don't know why he still has the accent when he has lived here for 8 years now.
I just nodded and took a deep breath. Looking into his eyes I see concern etched on his face worry lines were forming on his forehead. I reached up and smoothing down the lines giving him a small smile. "Thank you" I said softly and he gave out a small chuckle.
