A/N: GUESS WHICH BITCH FINALLY UPDATED?! Yeah, I know, I'm in shock too. So, I get that you guys want an update quicker; and some of you are more than just persistent about the whole matter. I get a lot of PMs and whatnot about it and I'm honestly kind of tired of it.
Guys, please, do understand that I don't sit on my computer every single day, writing. I'm in Year 10 now, one year closer to my GCSEs, and trust me when I say that the pressure is fucking on. Every day I go to interventions after school to catch up. If not, then I'm at home doing last minute homework. Oh, and if by some miracle I have free time, I get some much needed sleep! I do love writing for you guys. I love writing for myself. But unfortunately, one cannot write every day. Not to mention how long these damn chapters take to write. So I'm sorry for not updating quick enough.
But shouty capitals saying 'UPDATE' doesn't make me write faster. It just makes me want to delay it all just to piss you off. If you DO want me to update quicker, then INSPIRE ME. Write me a dang paragraph saying how you want to read more and how awesome I am. ;) That right there pushes me to please you all. Let me put it in simple words...
HAPPY ANNA = UPDATE.
Comprende?
Thank you to my amazing friend Casey for understanding and defending me. I love you babe. And thank you to those who do wait patiently, read, love, review and put a smile no my face; they're very rare, but there are some. I love you guys.
*longggggg sigh*
Sorry about that rant. I needed to get that out. It's okay if you skipped it. ;)
Anyways, welcome back my beautiful chickens:)
Enjoy the chapter!
Muwah!
~Anna~
Chapter 16
Gwen's POV-
::In Gwen's Bedroom::
"Isabella Swan, I promise to love you every moment of forever. Would you do me the extraordinary honour of marrying me?"
"Yes!"
"Bullshit!" I yelled at the screen and turned the TV off. "Love you forever, my ass."
I took a huge spoonful of Ben & Jerry's Fudge Brownie and stuffed it in my mouth all at once. Then grabbing a handful of tissues, I blew my nose into it loudly.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Gwen? You still alive in there?" Leshawna's voice came through the door.
I immediately turned off the TV and hid the ice-cream, rolling over and pretending I've asleep. Okay, so it was kind of a cheap shot. But I'd do nearly anything to avoid having 'the talk' with Leshawna.
Ever since the incident with he-who-shall-not-be-named, I had barely spoken to Leshawna, never mind anyone else. I didn't want anyone's pity.
I was stupid and I need to accept that.
"Gwen!" Leshawna yelled louder. "I know you're pretending to sleep again!"
I didn't reply.
"Fine! I'm coming in!" she bellowed.
I screwed my eyes shut as the door creaked open behind me and in walked Leshawna.
I made little snoring sounds, as a person does in their sleep. It was oh-so-obvious that I was most definitely NOT asleep.
I heard Leshawna walk around the bed and examine me carefully.
She huffed.
"Girl, you are the worst actress the world has ever seen."
I sighed heavily before giving up and opening my eyes.
There stood my cousin, dressy in bedazzled jeans and a stylish top. Sometimes, she really did hold a giant resemblance to Raven from 'That's So Raven'. Her hands were on her hips and she held a stern pose.
"What do you want?" I groaned.
She gaped at me like a fish.
"Wow!" she exclaimed with sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Four words! That's the most you've spoken to me all week!"
I rolled my eyes at her mockery.
"Whatever," I groaned again, rolling over and away from her.
Maybe if I close my eyes, she'll disappear.
"Gwen!" she yelled again, following me and sitting beside my bed.
Ugh.
"What?" I asked, opening my eyes.
"You look like a damn mess," she summed up while observing me.
I glared.
"Gee, thanks," I snarked.
Although, she was probably right. I was dressed in baggy sweatpants and a tank. I hadn't washed my hair or showered all week. Heck, I hadn't even gotten off my bed unless it was to piss. Also, I had not gotten a blink of sleep. Every time I tried, the nightmares would strike again.
But then again, I didn't give a shit how I looked.
It wasn't like prince charming was gonna come and examine me in my sleep.
Leshawna sighed and frowned.
"Gwen, you haven't gotten off your ass in days."
I pursed my lips.
"Cut me some slack, Leshawna. A lot of things have been going on, okay? I need a break."
"And I understand that!" she urged. "But you haven't gone to school in two weeks! You look like a chaos. And I saw the missing Fudge Brownie in the fridge," she glared.
I couldn't help but crack a smile.
"I was hungry," I muttered sheepishly.
"Gwen, all you've been doing over the past two weeks is eating ice-cream and watching sad chick-flicks."
"Twilight isn't sad," I defended weakly.
She glared.
"You hate Twilight."
"Breaking Dawn Part 2 was kinda epic," I shrugged.
"Girl, I've been tryna get you to watch Twilight for YEARS."
I chuckled dimly.
The air turned suddenly serious after our banter.
"Gwen..." she began.
"I know, I know," I sighed, sitting up on my bed. "I'm going through a break-up stage, okay? Well, more like a found-out-my-boyfriend-is-a-royal-douchebag stage," I mumbled.
I wanted desperately to ask Leshawna how he-who-shall-not-be-named has been acting in school lately. But honestly, I was scared of the answer.
"I know you are," she nodded. "But it's affecting your education, girl. And that's some serious shit."
I sighed.
"I..."
"Look, by sitting here, lying in bed all day, you're giving up. You're making yourself feel worse while he goes out and lives day like its normal. And you're just giving him satisfaction that he has that effect on you."
I blanched.
Leshawna did have a point.
Why was I letting him have this effect on me?
I'm letting him win.
And that has to stop.
"So..." I started, unsure. "What do you suggest I do?" I asked.
She smirked, knowing that she was getting to me.
"I saw you go freshen up, put on some cute clothes, act like nothing is wrong and show the bastard what he's missing out on."
I smiled.
"Okay."
"Okay?" she asked incredulously with wide eyes.
"Okay!" I confirmed with a huge grin.
I jumped out of bed and sprinted to the toilet.
"THAT'S MY GIRL!" I heard Leshawna yell after me.
Act like nothing is wrong.
Show him what he's missing.
I can do that.
Right?
::In Leshawna's Mom's Car::
"Gwen, hun, I'm so glad you're finally getting back to school!" aunt Saphy enthused from the driver's seat, making joyful eye contact with me through the rear-view mirror.
I tried to smile as much as I could without it looking fake and forged. However, it turned out to look more like a grimace.
Leshawna saw this from beside me and decided to cheer me up as well.
"And girl, that outfit is stunning!" she grinned.
It really wasn't.
I had worn a pair of dark blue jeans, a grey hoodie and my grey vans with some studded earrings. My mid-length hair was up in a messy ponytail and my makeup was near nothing; just some mascara and lip-balm.
"Thanks," I muttered.
I practically ignored them both and zoned out in the car ride, just blankly staring out the window and preparing what I would say to him if I saw him.
Probably nothing.
Definitely nothing.
The car came to a screeching halt outside the school gates. Leshawna and I got out and closed the door, saying goodbye to her mother.
"Good luck, girls!" she cheered, as if we were kindergarteners on our very first day.
"Bye!" we both said in unison, with Leshawna sounding more enthusiastic than I was.
Nevertheless, Aunt Saphy drove off into the distance.
"Okay," I mumbled to myself. "You can do this."
Leshawna linked her arm through mine as we walked in.
"Girl, don't you worry about a thing. I'll be right by your side," she reassured with a smile and I instantly felt better.
We walked in and immediately I felt eyes on me; most of them were shocked, but others had a nasty grin on their face. I looked to my vans and tried to block out the fact that they were all gawking at me.
The minute we entered the building, Bridgette came running up to us.
"GWEN!" she yelled ecstatically while hugging the crap out of me. I hugged her back of course.
"Nice to see you again, Bridgette," I greeted.
Throughout the week, Bridgette had come over from time to time to check up on me. It was greatly appreciated; however at the time I didn't seem to realize it. I felt sorry for rejecting her like that when she had been there to help me through it.
"I'm so glad you're back," Bridgette smiled, pulling away from our hug. "It was kinda boring without you here."
My lips quirked up with a smile.
"Thank you."
"Come on, I'll fill you in on stuff," she offered as all of us walked into the crowded hallways.
I looked around.
"Nothing's changed, has it?" I asked.
Leshawna snorted.
"Everything's changed," she retorted, putting extra emphasis on 'everything'.
"Oh," I mumbled. "What's changed?" I asked, ignoring the looks from people in the hallway.
"We have a new Spanish teacher?" Bridgette answered weakly with a weary smile.
I smiled.
"How are the guys?"
"Well, I think DJ has changed alot since 2 weeks ago," Leshawna said solemnly. "He's left school and joined the Peace Crops."
I stopped walking and gaped at them.
"WHAT?" I yelled, far too loud. If people weren't staring at us before, they sure were now. I ducked my head. "What?" I repeated my question alot quieter.
Bridgette dragged us away from the intruders while answering.
"Yeah," she nodded. "He felt...really terribly for what he did to you. So he decided to cleanse his mind by going to the Peace Crops."
"Wow..." I muttered in awe. "I guess...that's good, right?" I asked.
Leshawna nodded. "Good for him."
"What about Tyler?" I asked.
"Well, he's still an idiot," Leshawna laughed.
"I didn't expect him to change anyways." I bantered along.
"That's one thing that hasn't changed," Bridgette nodded.
"Trent?" I asked with a smile.
"He misses you," Leshawna said with a grin.
"He does?" I asked with wide eyes.
"Mhhmm," Leshawna hummed. "He's pining for you, girl."
I blushed.
"It's not like that," I denied. "We are just friends."
"That's not what he thinks," Leshawna winked.
I bit my lip and asked Bridgette to distract myself.
"What about Geoff?" I asked.
Bridgette frowned.
"I wouldn't know..." she said. "We broke up."
"What?" I gasped. "Why? When?" I bombarded her with the urge for details.
She scoffed.
"How could I ever date a douche like that?" she said while shaking her head. "I dumped him the day after you went home."
"But Bridgette...you guys have been together for so long..." I stuttered, guilty that it was me who had caused them to end up this way.
"Don't think this is your fault," Bridgette said as if she was reading my mind. "I should've seen it coming. I can't believe I was blind for so long."
I frowned.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she sighed.
An awkward silence filled the air as we continued walking. I felt the need to ask the question I've wanted to know for weeks. But I knew I shouldn't. I knew I should be indifferent. But...
"And what about Duncan?" I asked.
They both sighed in unison.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but..." Leshawna muttered. "Duncan's changed too."
My eyes widened in genuine shock.
"Really?" I asked in awe. "How?"
"Well..." Leshawna trailed off.
"It's just that he hasn't been acting like himself lately," Bridgette added. "He doesn't hang around with us much."
"Thank God for that," Leshawna murmured, earning a slap in the arm from Bridgette.
"He usually comes into school for a couple of hours and then vanishes off somewhere. We don't see much of him," Bridgette continued.
"Oh," I mumbled to myself.
Maybe he really has changed. Maybe he was affected the way I was; maybe even worse, if that's possible. Maybe he really did care for me. Maybe he still does. Maybe...
Or maybe not.
I halted in my steps through the hallway—as did Leshawna and Bridgette—when we took in the shocking sight before us.
There was Duncan, standing there, next to his locker. Now, this image would've been shocking enough; but then there was also Courtney. There were in a compromising position, with her leaning against his locker and him hovering over her with his back to us, almost as if he was pinning her against it. Even with his back against us, I could guess that he had those fierce eyes and a determined snarl on his face; whereas I could clearly see that Courtney was all smiles and giggles.
Grr.
"Come on, Gwen," Leshawna whispered to me. "You don't need to see that."
But I couldn't move.
I knew both Bridgette and Leshawna were talking to me, urging me to move. But I just couldn't. It's as if I was frozen on the spot.
Suddenly, Courtney looked over Duncan's shoulder and smirked when she spotted me. Her nasty smirk was far from friendly with a touch of arrogance and smugness. I shivered on the inside.
Sensing that Courtney was looking behind him, Duncan's head slowly turned and turned back before doing a double-take. His eyes wide teal eyes met my blank onyx orbs and he blinked repeatedly, as if he was thinking it's a dream.
"Gwen..." he muttered to himself.
Courtney let out a giggle and spoke to Duncan in a totally unconvincing whisper.
"I'll see you tonight, then, Dunkie," she purred in that nasal voice of hers.
Duncan didn't even acknowledge her as she walked away, touching his arm unsubtly. He kept his eye contact with me as did I.
"Nothing's changed," I muttered to Leshawna and Bridgette.
I then proceeded to strut past him as if he didn't exist.
::2 Hours Later In 2nd Period::
"No."
Mr Scott was a bitch.
I had asked Mr Scott if I could change seats with someone else, regarding the fact that I have to sit next to he-who-shall-not-be-named. But his joyous answer was...
"I said NO, Ms Evans."
"But sir, I must insist!" I urged. "I don't want to si—"
"No means NO," he huffed.
"But—"
"One more word and its detention!" he shouted. "Would you like that, Ms Evans?"
Dick.
"No, sir," I mumbled.
"Then get to your seat!"
I huffed angrily before making my way to my seat, slightly humiliated. Luckily, there were only 3 people in the room.
I sat down, knowing that this was going to be a long, long, lonnnggggg period of science.
After a short while, people started arriving and sitting down. I looked down at my desk and tried not to look at door swarming with people coming in.
But when I felt someone slump down on the seat next to me, I knew I couldn't avoid it any further. No doubt, it was Duncan.
People were still coming in and I done absolutely everything to not pay any attention to him. Although, it was veryyy difficult.
"Hi," he muttered softly to me.
I exhaled a deep breath shakily. I hadn't heard his voice in what seemed like months.
I wanted to hug him, and slap him, and tell him how much I loved him while kicking the shit out of him at the same damn time. But instead, I stayed silent.
"Gwen," he said again.
I closed my eyes.
I dug into my bag and pulled out my sketchpad and a pencil. Opening it, I began scribbling random shit harshly, trying not to listen to him.
"Ignoring me, huh?" he sighed. "I don't blame you."
Ignore.
Ignore.
Ignore.
"I missed you."
IGNORE.
"What I did...It was terrible. And I should've told you..." he carried on. "I just want to expl—"
"Did you get it?" I blurted out, not looking out.
Dammit!
Even he seemed surprised that I had spoken.
"G-Get what?" he stuttered out.
"The money for the bet," I explained, still drawing.
"Gwe—"
"Did you get it or not?"
"Well...yes but I—"
"Good," I nodded once firmly. "I'm happy for you. I wouldn't want you to not get your money's worth."
"It's not like that! I just—"
"ALRIGHT everyone!" yelled Mr Scott. "Settle down so we can start the class."
The next long and tedious hour consisted of Mr Scott talking about some electromagnetic bullshit. Who the fuck really cares about the Electromagnetic Spectrum, anyhow?
Duncan carried on bugging me through the hour. Every once in a while, he would nudge me or try and whisper to me; either that or he would pass me notes. But his results were faultless because Mr Scott would naturally catch him and tell him to stop or I will just plain ignore him.
I had no intention whatsoever to sit there and listen to his excuses.
He broke my heart.
And I'm supposed to show him that he means nothing to me anymore.
So that's what I'll do.
When the bell rang after an hour, I was more than just thankful. I packed up my shit real quick before practically sprinting out of the door; although, I wasn't so quick on my feet because I heard Duncan call after me.
"GWEN!" he hollered, and I could tell that he was running after me.
I speed walked faster through the crowded hallway. But it was obviously worthless since I felt a hand wrap around my elbow and pull me back.
I turned around and collided with Duncan's chest.
"Will you just listen to me?!" he yelled and I looked around to see that some people were now staring at us while others were pretending not to.
But I didn't care.
"No," I said firmly.
He looked shocked, and then his face morphed into anger.
"Don't I get a chance to defend myself? Aren't you curious about MY part of the story?" he asked.
"No," I repeated with a blank expression.
He huffed with aggravation.
"Can you please just say more than a word to me? Yell at me. Scream at me. Tell me what an idiot I am! Say SOMETHING!" he yelled frustrated.
"There's nothing to say," I said in a calm manner, ignoring the looks from the classmates.
"Yes, there is!" he shouted, grabbing me by the arms. "I still need to tell you everything!"
"Let go of me," I said, closing my eyes.
"No," he shook his head. "Not until you let me explain."
He walked towards me and I instinctively took steps back away from him. This carried on until I had my back against a locker and he was closer to me than ever.
"Gwen," he whispered, his warm breath fanning over my face and intoxicating me.
I took a deep breath and tried oh-so hard to calm my body down. But with him being this close to me after so long, it's just not possible. I knew instantly that he had me just where he wanted me.
But I couldn't let him win.
"Don't."
"Kiss me," he murmured quietly, leaning in to me.
Oh god, no!
With as much self-strength as possible, I turned my head to the right just as our lips were about to touch.
I knew that if he kissed me, I wouldn't be able to stop him. I wasn't that strong.
"Stop," I said weakly.
"Dammit, Gwen," he growled.
His fingers captured my chin and turned my head towards him again. I opened my eyes to see that his lips were inches away from mine.
"Duncan, don't," I ordered.
But I wanted to.
GOD, I wanted to!
But he didn't listen to me. He leaned in closer, and closer, if that was even possible. And for a moment, I thought that he'd kiss me and I'll give up.
But then a voice rang out from behind Duncan.
"I believe the girl said 'don't'," said a firm voice.
My eyes flew open as did Duncan's.
He turned around and I saw a very livid Trent standing there with his fists clenched by his sides. Duncan didn't look too happy either.
"Uh, I believe I wasn't asking for your opinion," Duncan shot back, stalking closer to him.
"Trent," I choked out.
He stopped glaring at Duncan for a minute and turned his head to me. His entire face relaxed and softened immediately.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I managed a smile.
"I'm fine."
He smiled back and started to walk towards me. However, his path was blocked by Duncan's body.
"She doesn't need you to rescue her, Elvis," he grit out.
Ruh-roh.
Trent's smile dropped off of his face.
"Really?" he asked Duncan sarcastically. "Because the way you manhandled her suggested that she did."
"Don't get smart with me," he glared. "We were having a conversation and it doesn't involve you."
"Didn't look like a civil conversation," Trent snorted.
Duncan walked closer so they now were almost chest to chest.
"What do you just say?" he growled out.
My eyes widened.
"GUYS!" I yelled, coming in between them. I tried to push them apart with my bare hands, but it didn't work. Thankfully, Trent came to his senses and backed up a little.
"Can we not do this right now?" I said to the both of them. I turned to Trent. "It's sweet that you tried to help, Trent. But I could've handled it," I said to him, even though it was a pure lie.
Duncan snorted.
I turned to him and glared.
"And you," I huffed, poking him in the chest. "What part of the word NO don't you understand?" he rolled his eyes. "And threatening people isn't so dandy either."
He stared at me stunned.
"Yeah, well, he has no right to tell me what I can and can't do with my girl," he growled out, putting extra emphasis on the last two words.
My eyes widened slightly at the use of the title.
Trent scoffed with a mocking smile.
My eyes widened even further and I knew what happened next wouldn't be good.
"Oh, but she's not 'your girl' is she? Well, at least not anymore. Not after what you done to her. In fact, if I do remember correctly, sh—"
Trent didn't get to finish that sentence because suddenly, Duncan's fist connected with his jaw, sending him flying back and onto the floor.
"TRENT!" I yelled in concern.
I immediately ran to him and crouched down beside him onto the floor. Thank god the people in the hallway had scattered away to their next class.
Trent groaned in obvious pain and I saw a bruise already starting to form on his jaw.
"I'm fine," he mumbled out, even though I knew better to think that was true.
I whipped my head to Duncan and saw that he was standing wide eyed and staring at Trent. It's as though he hadn't meant to do it.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelled at him, not leaving Trent's side.
"I..I..." he stuttered.
I laughed humourlessly.
"You'll never change, will you?" I shook my head with obvious aversion.
"Gwen," he said, coming forward. "I didn't me—"
"Don't come near me," I said in a monotone before turning to Trent, ignoring his look of hurt. "Come on, I'll take you to the school nurse," I offered.
"Thanks," he nodded.
I helped him up and walked right past Duncan, leaving him standing there with a blank face.
::In The Infirmary::
"Ow!" Trent blurted out.
"Sorry," Mrs Brandon, our nurse, apologised while applying the icepack to Trent's cheek.
"Is he going to be okay?" I asked nervously from the door, fidgeting with my fingers.
Mrs Brandon looked over to me and smiled kindly.
"He'll be fine, dear," she insured. "But it's going to leave a nasty bruise."
I sighed, feeling very guilty that Trent was injured because of me.
Suddenly, the door busted open and in walked a strange lanky little boy.
"Mrs Brandon! You have to come to the quad!" he yelled in a panicked tone.
She immediately got up.
"What happened, Junior?" she asked Lanky.
"Josh Cooper just got TKO'd by Jazz Whitlock!" Lanky exclaimed with a excited grin.
"AGAIN?!" she said with a frustrated sigh. "Come on, let's go."
"But...what about—" I stared but she interrupted.
"Just continue doing what I was doing," she waved it off.
"Um..." I mumbled, walking up to where Trent was seated on the floor. I kneeled in between his legs and took the icepack, gently placing it against his cheek. "Like that?"
"Yes, just dab that icepack on the jaw and it should bring down the swelling," she instructed before leaving the premises with Lanky.
"And then there were two," Trent joked with a smile.
I giggled and mistakenly dabbed the icepack too hard on his jaw.
"Ah!" he hissed and winced.
"Sorry!" I apologised.
"No harm done," he shook it off like a gentleman.
I sighed.
"I'm really sorry, Trent," I said with a frown.
"Seriously, its okay, it doesn't hurt," he said indifferently.
"No," I shook my head. "I meant I'm sorry that you're hurt because of me."
"Hey," he frowned, stopping my hand's motions by putting his hand on mine. I stopped and stared at him with large eyes. "It's not your fault, okay? Duncan's just a jerk."
I sighed and looked to the floor.
His slender index finger went under my chin and he lifted it up gently so my eyes met his. He really did have gorgeous eyes.
He smiled.
"Besides, it's worth the pain to be this close to you."
My breath caught in my throat.
It just dawned on me how close we really were. And for the second time today, I thought I was going to be kissed.
But at the last minute, he pulled back.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"I'm sorry," he shook his head. "I have to do this properly."
Okay, now I really was confused.
He stood up and brought me up with him. Then he took my hands and smiled.
"Gwen, I like you a lot. I've liked you for a long time," he said.
"Trent..." I started wide eyed but he interrupted.
"No, just...let me get this out and then you can say what you want." I nodded and he continued. "I couldn't tell you my feelings because you were happy with Duncan. And maybe you still are in love with him. But...I want the chance to make you happy."
I held my breath, waiting for his next words.
"Gwen, will you...go on a date with me?" he asked with hopeful eyes.
I expected his words but I was still stunned as hell.
"I...I don't..." I stuttered.
"Just one date," he insisted.
I did like Trent. I really did. I had this connection with him that I couldn't really explain. And he was the nicest guy I had just about ever met. But...even though I hated to admit it, I was still hung up on Duncan.
More of a reason to agree on that date...
I took a long, deep breath before answering.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
He grinned at me in a boyish manner and leaned in to hug me. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him back, ignoring the ache in my chest.
Maybe this is a good thing.
Maybe it'll get my mind off—
The door abruptly opened and in stepped the last person I wanted to see right now.
"What is hell is going on here?" Duncan's angry voice snarled.
We both pulled away from our hug and turned to face him. I ducked my head in embarrassment, but Trent had this smug grin on his face.
When none of us answered, Duncan spoke again.
"Is anyone going to fucking answer me?!" he yelled.
Trent sighed.
"I'm not in the mood for a fight, Duncan," he said solemnly. He then leaned in and kissed my cheek, shocking both Duncan and me. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8, gorgeous."
And then he left the room, leaving just the two of us in uncomfortable silence.
"What was that all about?" he demanded.
"What are you doing here?" I sighed, asking.
"I came to check on you," he shrugged, walking closer.
"Don't," I said again and he halted in his steps. "Why did you come to check up on me?" I interrogated.
"What is this, the fucking Spanish Inquisition?" he groaned frustrated. "Is it so hard to believe that I can just check on you to see if you're okay?"
"Yes, it is hard to believe," I replied, gritting my teeth in aggravation.
"Now what the fuck was he talking about? What's tomorrow at 8?" he demanded again.
I contemplated on whether I should tell him or not; but then decided that there is no harm in gloating.
"My date with Trent," I said dismissively and walked right past him and out of the door.
"What?!" he exclaimed following me into the deserted hallway.
"You heard me."
I sped up my walking and tried to avoid him. Obviously, it was fruitless.
"For fucks sake, Gwen, stop walking away!" he yelled behind me.
He grabbed my wrist and turned me around to face him.
"What do you want?" I sighed.
"You're not going on that date with him," he demanded again.
Okay, I'm sick of this.
"YOU," I yelled while poking at his chest "don't get to tell me what to do! Got that? You're not my dad, you're not my friend, and you sure as hell aren't my BOYFRIEND! Get that through your fucking head!"
I huffed in anger and relief after I'd let that all out.
"So you're going on that stupid date?" he asked, towering over me.
"Yes, yes I fucking am," I shot back.
"Fucking fine," he growled. "Do whatever the fuck you want."
"I fucking will."
And then we both walked off in the opposite direction from one another.
What the fuck did I just do?
A/N: Right.
So, I'm kinda curious as to what you thought of the chapter. I'm pretty sure at least 50% of you hated it. Eh, it had to be done, okay? Don't hate me!
Alright, this time around, there are questions and teasers! Just answer them in the review, and imma give you a short teaser. It may take a while, but you'll get it. ;)
What movie was Gwen watching in the beginning?
What ice-cream was Gwen eating?
Who did Gwen see getting cosy with Duncan?
What's the name of the school nurse?
Annnd what's your honest opinion on Trent in this chapter? I'm curious to know. :)
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Thank you all for reading!
xo
~Anna~