School wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
Yeah...I'm totally lying.
It was a complete disaster.
Every time I would see Blake in the hallway, I would try to avoid eye contact. And when I say 'try', I really mean it.
I would always either run into someone or something and end up scurrying away when he tried to help me up.
Before today, he's tried to call me. Neither time have I answered the phone.
My hand itched to pick it up, but I held my ground.
But that's all he did was call.And it's been hard. He's been on my mind all day. Just the thought of the stupid guy makes me want to cry.
His beautiful green-blue eyes.
His cute laugh.
That perfect smile.
The way his hair always looked messy and without care.
And the way he made me feel.But, he hurt me.
He was the only boy that I have ever cared about.
The only one I ever wanted.
The only one who made me feel important or that I was enough.He was everything to me.
I was nothing to him.•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
"Help!!Please! I need help!" I yell and yell but no one can hear me.
The voices inside my head get louder and louder, saying 'You're Nothing...Blake never even liked you...waste of space...'
I spin in circles, the darkness an endless sight.
Nothing.
Nobody."Why can't anyone help me?" I whisper out, my voice raspy from the tears about to pour out.
One by one, they fall out, leaving wet trails along my cheeks.
My body shaking as I sit on the cold floor and sob.A sharp ringing snaps me out of my bad dream, jolting me awake.
My phone buzzes and rings from my night stand. I pick it up, squinting my eyes to read the caller ID.
Probably an unknown number.
But, to my surprise, it's Ryder.
I just stare at the screen as it flashes his name. Taking a second to wake up fully, I answer the call, slowly putting the phone up to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Danny." Ryder's cheery voice rings through the speaker.
"Hi, Ryder." I yawn out, cursing at myself for doing that.
"Did I wake you?" He asks nervously.
"Yeah, but you saved me from a bad dream." I laugh, shivering at the memory of the nightmare.
"What was the dream about?" The interest in his voice makes me want to tell him, but for some reason, I choose not to.
"Oh, it was nothing. Just...some...giant spiders chasing me." I grimace at my terrible lie.
Giant spiders? Really?
Couldn't I have thought of something less stupid?
But nonetheless, he bought it.
YOU ARE READING
What I like about you
Teen FictionDanielle Martin isn't a typical girl in high school. She doesn't wear tight clothes or pounds of makeup, she isn't popular and isn't really a big fan of all the attention. Books and Netflix are her Friday nights, staying home and eating sweets and j...