Worth It

(21) Not Some Damsel In Distress

The above video is called Maia Mayor - "Perfect". I don't own it, but love this poem so much! I listened to it at least 20 times! I can so relate because for some people, especially myself, nothing I do will ever be right. You know? I feel like some people (including myself at times) are searching for perfection and they forget that perfect just doesn't exist. Please vote and comment! Love ya'll! 

Jo

As soon as I walk into my English class with Mr. Nuttinburg and see where Noelle is sitting. I walk up to her and slap her.

Irrational? Maybe, but I was just feeling so frustrated at Cameron and Zara.

And when I go to this class and see Noelle sitting there all innocently, I remember how I stuck up for her and how she didn't come to the audition. How I got my friends to let her audition late. How I believed in her and she let me down.

So, maybe when I slapped her and her face turned to the side with the force of my hand connecting with her cheek -- maybe it didn't totally have to do with her.

Maybe some of the slap had to do with the redhead I saw in class and how he averted his eyes once he saw me, even though he's been showering my phone with apologies ever since that night. That doesn't matter because right now, he is with his friends. The same friends that made fun of me while he just stood there and did nothing.

Maybe he'll like sucking on their dicks because he sure as hell ain't getting any of my pussy.

Ever.

And that's a promise.

Cameron

I lost them. I don't know if I ever had them to begin with. "Fuck!" I slam my hand on my steering wheel.

Think Cameron! Staying here, abusing your steering wheel isn't going to do anything. I tell myself. I mean, for all I know, Zara could be in real danger right now and I'm in my car chasing cars that I think an old, mean guy like him would have.

Yeah, that's not helping.

So, I turn back around and head to the dorms. Maybe she has a phone number I can call that knows about this dude. It's worth a shot.

Zara

You've got two options," Dean tells me. His fingers on the butterflies of my arm. The arm that is supposed to give me strength. The arm that he scarred all up.

He's reminding me what he once did to me and what he could do to me again if I don't cooperate. Why is he here? Isn't he supposed to be in New Zealand with Konstance?

"You can either work with me or," He brings his back to the chair. Sitting all comfy. Criss-crossing his hands together without a care in the world. "Or you might have to get some butterflies on your ass too, but I doubt it'll cover the damage after I get through with you." He says it in a low and calm voice.

Almost like he is talking about breakfast or the weather, as he shatters me completely. I have two options. Either get him drugs for his secret company (and if he's coming to me, then he must be in deep shit) or take a beating from him like I've done before.

I can take a beating from him. I don't want him to destroy my chances at building up a new life, but the question is, is it going to just stop at one beating?

What if he doesn't stop?

What if he kills me like he nearly did last time?

It's different this time. I don't have Zayne. Zayne won't know I'm gone. Jo will, but what if she won't connect the dots? What if she'll think I'm with Cameron?