Diana's P. O. V
If something were to hurt me and leave a dent in my head, then it would be this. Why do I suddenly feel like suffocating something, why was I getting very agitated.
He pushed her against the door and placed his arms behind her ears, deepening the kiss. My book fell out of my hand, they didn't even flinch one bit, they were so into it.
He stopped abruptly and walked away from the classroom not taking a second to even glance at me. My throat became dry suddenly and my chest tightened.
Sam stood there, grinning from ear to ear, she walked up to me her hair ruffled up. She bent down and picked up my book and tossed it to me. It hit my chin, I touched my chin, it hurt but no so much.
"Why did you stand around to watch? Was I that good? Or were you fantasizing about kissing my boyfriend? "She asked.
Boyfriend? How in the hell did that happen, wasn't he my boyfriend?
"Thanks for warming his bed, he knew that the play was important to me and respected me when I told him I needed my space."Sam said. I walked past her not ready to hear more of what she was going to say to me.
"You recently joined this school and yet you're dreaming too high. How could a nobody land the hottest guy in this school? He was using you to get me back and though it was a miserable attempt. It worked, so I must say thank you for helping us out. I owe you one."
I ran out of the class as quick as I could, I ran through the halls, not caring if anyone was watching me. But their attention was divided today, as the drama wasn't solely on me, but also on the overnight highschool bad boy. Stephen.
A force pushed me back, then pulled me closer I didn't bother to look at the person.
"What's wrong senorita? "Pablo asked, and I wanted to disappear into the ground. Without thinking I embraced him tightly, he returned it with equal force. "I can't...I don't want to."I whispered to him repeatedly.
He ran his fingers through my hair, I rested my head on his shoulder and we remained like that for moments, the entire world zoned out.
Michael's P. O. V
Shit! Life was a piece of shit!
Things were never this complex before, and they should never have to be.
Coach was fuming about me getting on that field without his authorization. But he let it slide because I lead us to victory. West looked like he wanted to punch me, but I couldn't care about him.
"Did you hurt her? "I heard, I looked behind me to see Pablo standing close to me. We were close to the library, no one was around that area that much and I loved coming here to think.
"Who? "I asked, pretending I didn't know he was talking about her.
"Senorita." He said. I hate it when he calls her senorita, I pretended to not hear him and ignore him. "Why? You're being a stuck up dick."he said. Pablo rarely sweared in front of me, and when he did, the insult would sink in.
"Look...I don't see why you're getting upset here"I said. According to his version, they weren't dating right? So why would he care if I go around and fuck all the girls in the state.
"I care about her, and I hate when the ones I care about get hurt. You have to fix this."he said. "You're getting overly dramatic. Am surprised you're not casted in the school play."I said.
"Since when did you derive pleasure from other people suffering? "He asked. I so wanted to ask him the same thing, he couldn't see how much suffering I was going through.
"I always have and always will. Some people just have to suffer to give you joy."I said.
"You can do that to whomever you choose, but not her, never her. And I won't let you ever hurt her again."He said looking fierce and serious.
"Why do you care? Last time I checked, you were supposed to be in love with my sister? Has that died? "I asked, clenching my fist afterwards.
He stared at me for a moment, "you dragged her into this mess, she never asked for any of it. You forced her to stay, don't be so stupid to push her away. You don't know how lucky you are to have someone like her in your life Michael. She's special. "He said.
"In bed?"I quickly asked, and the next thing I got was a punch flying at my face. It hurt like crazy, I retaliated and punched him back, making sure to hit him not so hard.
We started to fight, we had only fought twice and that was in fifth grade. Since then we had never fought and I hate fighting with him.
"Stop! "I heard, my stomach tied a knot at the voice, I reserved my punch and looked behind me.
Diana.
She stared at me, then at Pablo she kept her gaze on him then pulled him away with her. I felt my world tear up into pieces yet again. She always chose him, she always would choose him.
Without thinking I yanked her elbow and pulled her away with me.
"Let! Go! "She yelled, but I dragged her off with me, past the hallway, Pablo didn't follow, or maybe he couldn't maybe I hit him too hard.
"Michael! I said let go! "She yelled, I refused to listen and pulled her into the boys locker room. I think a teacher saw me pull her inside, I hoped he didn't read into that too much and I'd have to go to the principal.
I pushed her against the locker, and cornered her, she looked so pretty. Those eyes, that hair I loved so much, those gorgeous lips. I brought my head closer to taste those lips for myself, taking in her scent while lowering my head.
Diana's P. O. V
Fourth class just ended, I had recess, I decided to hide in the library from all the stares and awkward glances. June texted me non stop all day long but I couldn't even check my phone.
Stephen was surrounded by girls, younger, older...hotter...all girls! His one little makeover was what he needed for that extra confidence boost.
I was glad he didn't approach me, I wouldn't want all that extra attention now. I had to focus and study more to pass my tests.
I heard some grunts and some loud noises on my way to the library, I quickened my steps and the noises became even louder.
No one hung around here, they were either at the patio, the cafeteria or in the gym room.
In front of me was two best friends hitting the life out of each other. Why were they fighting each other? Did Pablo confront him about me? I quickly stepped in wanting to stop them from going any further.
My eyes landed on Michael, the first two buttons of his shirt were missing. He was lucky the school wasn't strict on solely wearing uniform. He was lucky uniform was a secondary option.
I couldn't maintain my gaze on him, all I saw was his make out with Samantha.
Pablo stood in a corner, his fist clenched, his eyes red with rage. I had to get him away from Michael, he might end up doing something he could regret. Something that would make him feel worse, maybe he did need that therapist.
I pulled him away, hoping he would calm down for a minute, and not ruin his friendship because of some petty reason.
A force pulled me back by my elbow and pulled me forcefully away from Pablo.
"Let go! "I managed to yell, but he was an adamant asshole, who only did and got whatever he wanted. And I wouldn't let myself be one of those things.
"Michael I said let go! "I yelled, a teacher stared at us, but walked away immediately, puzzling me. Why was that coward running away?!
Once inside the locker room, he pushed me, and cornered me against the lockers. Before my mind could process a comeback or think of some way to retaliate...he lowered his head to kiss me!.
He placed his arms around my waist and brought his forehead to mine. My insides were on fire at that second. He let his arms massage my waist and my lower back while we took in each other's breaths.
I looked straight at his eyes, then closed my eyes, intoxicated by his scent.
I immediately saw him and Sam together in my head and my body reacted to that.
I pushed him away from me, and slapped him, I turned around to leave, but before I could take two steps, he pulled me back, pinned my arms against the lockers and pressed his lips unto mine.
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