It took one second. Just one tiny second. Then blank.
My life was ruined.
Tears, salty tears ran down my dry pale face.
“No,” I spit out.
He looked at me, eyes filled with tears as well.
“I love you.” He lied through those perfect teeth.
I stood in the Drama classroom which was dark and eerie.
No one was here. It was five o‘clock and I came by to grab my script to learn. Mrs. Umber wanted me to come by for it, but when I got here, something horrible blasted in my sight.
“No you don’t you asshole.” I hissed with relief.
He ran his hand down his face.
Those blonde bangs, that I used to touch, were messed up at the top of his head.
I scanned the stage for anything.
The red curtains shaped the width of it. On the black stage was a small packet.
Red headed Chelsea scurried off the stage, with her top against her chest.
“No Hayley, you don’t understand.” He tried to explain with a nervous tone in his voice.
The packet was a…a…condom.
Wow.
I never expected that from him. And to do it here? Well, he is seventeen… but still. Gross, I act on that very flooring.
“Yes I do, you’d rather love that skank then me, the weirdo. Right?” I said angrily.
I felt my teeth clenching.
He took a step toward me and tried to touch my arm. I slapped it away.
He looked like he just lost a basketball game.
“No, Hayley…” I cut off his bloody words.
“Fuck off, you broke me down and you’ll never fix me again.” I screamed.
He stared at me as if I were a title wave about to knock him down and drown him.
My body temperature was heating up by the very second as I ran down the hard wood flooring and rammed the door open.
Once it closed I slid down and let my tears free.
No, I wasn’t gonna be that girl.
That girl that gives up.
That girl that’s weak.
That girl that doesn’t live on.
No, that’s not me.
I lifted my own body up and wiped my eyes.
No lights were on; it was pitch black down this red hallway by day.
I sniffled and walked ahead.
