Prologue

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I am sitting at the back portion of our class, looking outside the window, wondering where he had been. He doesn't attend his classes this week nor he doesn't go to the campus. Where he had been anyways?

Away from you. My subconsious replied to my question.

What would I expected him to do? To stay with me after I led to him? To be happy with me like never happened?

I'm so stupid. Hoping for him to come back to me. I already miss the way he hold me in his muscular arms, the way he kissed me hungrily just like he used to, the way he make fun of other people, the way he laugh, and the way his watery blue eyes spark when he was happy. I miss him.

Everything was perfect when we're together. We are both happy, no one tries to break our relationship because he never left his eyes on me. We have the same class and he sat right next tome. He's not that obvious that he is an overprotective boyfriend, doesn't he? I smile at the memory.

The bell rang and I'm still looking outside. I sighed, getting up up from my sit and fix my things. The room was almost empty except for me.

"Ms. Bullock?" Mrs. Douglas calls after me. "Can I speak with you for a minute?" she asked, me nodding. I follow her to her table. "Take a sit."

"What can I help you ma'am?" I asked, curiousity fills my brain? Did I do something wrong?

She shook her head before speaking, smiling lightly, me frowning.

"i don't need help from anybody," she started, "in fact, I want you to help yourself." she finished, a serious facial expression was present in her face.

"Oh." I nod, shifting in my seat uncomfortably.

She sighed before speaking. "Help yourself Chelsea, your grades are starting to fail." Once again, I nod. "Give your best to your studies Chelsea, and don't think anything or anybody. It's only a distraction to you." He may be my distraction but he is also my inspiration. Sometimes, I wish I'd be dead in order for me not to feel this kind of pain. I can't handle it anymore. It breaks me evrytime I think of him. And I hate it.

"I'll try my best to be back Mrs. Douglas." I fake a smile and leave her room. I need to talk to him.

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