He mended my Broken Heart

Chapter 3

My mom is driving me to school today; she had been really worried about me since last night that I decided to go back to school. Mom was still reciting to me her do's and dont's, "Mom, I'll be fine. I won't get into fights, unless she hits me." I giggled a bit but mom suddenly stopped the car. "Micky, if that happens, hit her back, okay?” I stared with disbelief at my mom who was now smiling at me. "I thought you'd tell me not to fight back mom.", I look around and realized we're now at school. I never felt too terrified in getting into school. "Yes, but just in case honey. I don't wanna see you coming home with bruises." She lean closer and kissed my forehead. "Be good at school, okay?” I nodded and climbed out of my mom's white mirage. I told you, she loves white.

I was walking towards the gate when I noticed some students staring at me, some shooting glares, and some gossips about me and the break up. "Did she really commit suicide? That is so pathetic of her. I thought she's smart." I heard someone talking behind me. I did not commit suicide! Hell no!! Why would I kill myself? "Micky, I heard about the news? You know, that whore doesn't deserve you.” I stared blankly to this nerd who was wearing thick glasses and a pink retainer. "You'll be fine soon.” she tapped me and walked away. What the! Ugh! I am so not gonna be fine with these daggers shooting me.

I tried to walk as fast as I can to my locker without glancing and looking back to those gossip-spreading-people. And before I reach my locker, I saw my ex-best friend standing before the locker stall. Maybe they're just getting they're things out from their lockers. Our lockers were just beside each others'. I walked lowering my gaze, until now guilt is still eating me up for dumping my best friends just because Carlos said so. "Micky?” I looked up and saw Louise looking at me intently; we both move forward each other and something tempted me to pull her for a hug. "Micky? Are you okay?" she hugged me back, but instead of answering her, I burst into tears. "I am sorry. I'm really really sorry". I hugged her as tight as I can and I even tried to stop the tears pouring from my eyes, but I can't. I looked around me and saw my best friends around. Florence, the gorgeous nerd, she always does help me out in science when we were still in high school. On the other side, Jerah was there rubbing my back and smiling at me. She was wearing another branded black short dress which made her look sweet and elegant, she always look like a model even if she was small and petite. She took up fashion designing which really fits her. Leaning on the locker stall was Gretchel, she was still the same person I knew before, she still acted like a boy, well that's what she really wants, and she deserves to be happy. She winked and waved at me. Beside her was Amor, the short-thin-always-late whenever we plan to see each other, I smiled at that thought.

Louise, who's hugging me tight right now, was one of my closest; she had definitely understood all my flaws and imperfections, actually all of them. They have been with me for almost 4 years now, and I wasted that. "That jerk should be buried alive", Gretchel broke the silence and Louise and I pull away from each other. I looked at them with so much joy and guilt. Joy because we finally had the chance to talk. "Chel, stop that. He should be tortured first", Louise turned to me and smiled. "Yea, I thought of killing him too. With that torture thingy also." I smiled at them weakly. "You know, Micky, we missed you." Florence glanced and held me for a hug making me shed tears again, but the hug was just a quick one. "Stop crying now" Jerah snapped me and hugged me too. "C’mon people, we deserve a group hug." Amor smirked and pulled Gretchel closer to us.

We were now laughing our asses out thinking and suggesting possible torture materials and ways. Yea, were harsh. As much as I wanted to do all those, I can't, we can't and we won't.

We were busy chatting when someone snapped us out. "So the geek group's back". Sara again! My friends and I were looking at each other, chuckling about the best idea we had on how to torture Sara, it was tying her upside down on a tree and putting millions of ants and a lot more insects  on her panties. Imagine how'd she look? Hahaha. Okay, enough. "What do you want now, Sara?", she was with her new bitchy friends who were both wearing silk short skirts, with matching black sleeveless shirts with a printed "thumbs up" on it. "You three look like you're attending some cheer dance. But you bodies don't fit that. Cheer dancing’s not for bitches. As a matter of fact, I look more of a cheer dancer than you three do." Gretchel pulled her lose grey t-shirt to her back making her curves obvious. We all laughed as she gestured and tried to dance like a cheer dancer. "See?” she winked at Sara and her friends while jogging like a cheer dancer. Sara tried not to roll her eyes at her and focused her attention at me. "You look so pale, Micky." She pouted and tried to look concerned. God! She's a bad actress. She looked at me from top to bottom "So this is the effect of the suicide attempt? What'd you do? Cut your pulse, drank dozens of sleeping peels or tied yourself?" she smirked. Students were now gathered near us to listen to our confrontation then spread it of course. Damn! Might as well put up a good scene. My friends stared at me and gave me that did-you-really-do-that look. I shook my head and move a bit closer to Sara. "Excuse me? I did what?” she took a step forward and look straight to my eye. "I know it's hard to accept that you and Carlos are over, but you don't have to commit suicide.” she tapped my shoulders but I shoved her directly. "Sara, why would I? That would be so much of a disappointment to my family, my friends and to the school." I said that with the sweetest sarcastic voice and smiled at her. "Sara, you don't have to tell everyone I committed suicide. You and Carlos deserve each other. I respect destiny. You know, birds with the same feather flock together, or would it be better if I rephrase that. Bitches with the same level of shitness, fuck together. Better, right?" I smirked and look back to my friends who were smiling widely at me. She widened her eyes and glared at me. I took a step back and turned my back at her. I am satisfied, now I need to go to class. But before I walked away, Sara grabbed my shoulder and made me turn to her. Well, I know it was Sara because of her faded red nail color. She almost was able to slap me but someone stopped him. Carlos.

"Sara, stop it", his voice seemed so irritated and annoyed. I felt a pang on my chest. This was the man who promised me he would always love and care for me. He was the one I gave my heart to, the person who always gives me shivers and happiness. Damn him for lying and hurting me! I tried to act as if I'm fine. "See, your boyfriend protected me from you." emphasized "from you". Yea, she deserves that. I looked at Carlos who was staring at me now, he was still able to send me shivers and tingles, but it was a different sensation now. I felt a lot more of pang, pain and betrayal. I raised an eyebrow to him and turned my heels away from him.

I took a deep breath and found my friends circling me. All the students are gone from my sight now, even Sara and Carlos disappeared. "Well. I know it would be rude to say this, but you did it! You're awesome!" Florence smirked and tapped my back. "I wish they'd stay away from now." I said softly. "Are you okay?” Louise once again asked me that. "I'm fine. I just can't imagine I did that." I smirked and look at them. "We should go out after class!" Amor said with excitement. Class? Class! Shit! "Don't you guys have classes?" I murmured while trying to pick all my books from my locker. "Class! Oh my! I need to go. See you, later!” and Florence stormed away: the usual Florence. We bid goodbyes and ran as fast as we can to reach our class and not be late. Damn! I will sure be awarded with this.

I was running out of air when I reached the room of my first class, why on the earth is this first class on the 5th floor again? I slowly opened the door and saw Mr. Roberts standing in front with a guy next to him. They guy was bowing his head, his gaze on the ground. "Ms. Williams, you're finally back." He smiled at me. Is he serious, I was absent for the whole week and he's not mad. I tried to smile back at him, but that dropped when the guy raised his head and looked at me. His brown eyes locked with mine, his lips twitched into a smirk, and then his right eye winked at me. Oh God! He was wearing a white pullover with black stripes on with matching maroon colored jeans. He's hot! Oh my God! He's Micheal! What is he doing here?!

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Not the best chapter, but I still hope you liked it. I will be updating more often :)

Anyway, what's he doing in Micky's school?

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