Lust and Wrath

Chapter 16

Scott's Point of View-

The hallway of lockers I stood in were clear, surprisingly, except for only one person leaning against a locker, like a bitch. She had her eyes focused on me, and I had mine focused on hers. She gave a delighted smirk my way, and that's when everything started to piece together. It's all her fucking slutty-ass fault. She wasn't lying when she said she wanted him, but I never knew she would go to such extremes.

It's all fucking Brianna's fault.

I stormed my way to her, and stood straight before her. She seemed a little intimidated by me, but that was good nonetheless. "This was your doing, wasn't it?" I questioned.

She gave me another hefty smirk, and that's what set me off.

I didn't want to punch her in the face or anything, no, but I wanted to at least make her wake the hell up to see what she's done.

I slapped her clean in the face, leaving a pink handmark on her cheek. She was being a bitch, so she deserved to get slapped. Not only that, but she went to such extremes to get me to look like an asshole, just so she could have a chance at getting Daniel. What the fuck?

"You hurt my friend!" I screamed at her, I don't know what I was saying, I don't even think we are friends at this point, but I still consider us to be. She isn't facing me, she's still reacting to the slap, with her small hands hovering over her cheek, mouth wide-open. "I just... I just wanted to be his girlfriend," she said.

Fury bottled up inside of me, I wanted to punch her so bad, but I couldn't. No, I can't.

"Stay away from him, or the next time we meet, I will end you," I threatened.

She glanced up at me, nodding her head quickly, and I stormed down the hallway where all of the other kids were rushing to get to their classes. Now that that matter was taken care of, the only problem left was trying to convince Daniel that it wasn't me, and that it was just that slut back there playing some stupid game with us.

With the sudden silence in the air, I thought everyone went into their classrooms, but nonetheless this gave me some time to stop and think. What if I can't get him back, and what if he meant what he said? Seeing him say those words to me were heartbreaking, It's as if him and I were meant to be together, and he just went and crushed that dream right then and there. I heard gasps from down the hall in the hallway, so I knew everybody hadn't went to their classes, so I ran forward.

I wanted to see what the commotion was all about, I had some bad ideas in my head, but I hoped they wouldn't be it. I don't know what's going on, but just thinking about Daniel and I, it just hurts to think about it. It's as if, there's something deeper to this whole matter that I don't know about, and I do at the same time, but I just can't put my finger on it.

I finally reached the end of the hallway, where a circle of students were looking down at a person in the center. I pushed my way through the crowd, and then I saw him. Daniel, laying down on the floor, unconscious. Oh God no. "Daniel!" I shouted throughout the building. Everyone looked up at me, shocked, but I didn't care.

I turned my head back, to see Brianna standing behind the crowd, also staring at me with shock and anxiety. Oh, so now she cares? I turn back, and his blonde friend, Nico, is kneeling beside him, hand on his forehead, scanning him intently. Seeing him doing that sprouts some kind of jealousy in me, but I'd be in no place to help him right now. All I can do is watch, and hope.

A pair of teachers come out of the rooms, including Mrs. Adamant. I see a few nurses run down the hallway in their white high-heels, carrying a wheeled bed. They order the crowd to make room, and they carefully lift Daniel up and place him on the bed. I stare in horror, what could've happened to him? Seeing him unconscious is even more heartbreaking than before, and it makes me want to give myself even more cuts than before.

My hand is already in my pocket, tightly gripping that pocket-knife I always carry with me. I feel like this is all my fault, that I had something to do with this, and I probably had. I shake off the thoughts, and I try to run towards the bed that slowly gets farther as the nurses drag it down the hallway, but then I hear someone in the crowd talk.

"Man, doesn't that guy know when to stop?"

I look back, and I see a woman talking to a guy who has his arm around her back. Seeing, and hearing this infuriates me, but, they're right. I don't know when to stop. I've never known when to stop, not ever since that time back with him when it happened. I was such a fool back then, and that's probably what led to my depresion now.

A girl sat down on the chair next to our table, and she looked slutty as hell. She leaned closer to my boyfriend on the side, and she said, "Hey hottie," her hand, crawling up his shirt. He was about to say something, but I reacted first. My hand turned into a fist, and darted to punch her, but stupidly enough, I accidentally hit him instead. He looked at me, with teary eyes, and I looked back at him, shocked.

Jealousy had taken me over, and this is what happened. He got up, and ran out of the classroom, crying into his palms. He knows I didn't mean what I did, right? Oh god, what is wrong with me?

Thinking about those times before hurts me even more. Before I knew it, I'm storming out of the school, not caring if anybody is looking or watching me, and into my car. I can't stand being there anymore. This school was a shitload of problems, and Daniel could've been the one to help me with it, but everything had to go wrong. I turned my keys in the hole, and drove out the driveway on my way home. Everything in my life always has to go wrong at some point. I can't ever have happiness.

My life used to be filled with happiness, but now, it's like I'm living an eternal hell. I could care less about what happens to Daniel right now, what he said, he obviously meant, so now, this is what he gets.

He wanted me to open up a little, to see the bright side of life, and I did exactly that, and this is what happens. Life is just, complete shit.