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                                                       Chapter seven

   After I left school, I drove around the block to cool off, and maybe see if I could spot Sam anywhere…no such luck

   I was going to go to work, even though I would be half hour early, when I noticed my mom hadn’t called my cell today. I looked threw my backpack for my cell but couldn’t find it.

 ‘Crap….’ I thought. I prolly put it in my locker before that jack ass decided to harass me.

Where the hell does he get off assuming I cut myself? Sure I may dress in emo or what ever, but I don’t cut…sure, I wrote songs, and I can play the piano. But who can’t write?’  I thought as I drove to the back of the school.

   I parked the car behind the school where the teachers park, got out, and was about to walk in, when I saw Chris leaning over Sam. His arm against the lockers, his body so close to hers, it pretty much squished her hands down.

  Her head was down, and she was kinda pink….What was he saying? Did I want to even be around to hear it? I don’t think so…but I couldn’t get myself to move from my spot.

   Sam tried pushing Chris off, but he pushed her back against the lockers, and I saw her flinch.

   In all my time at this school, I have never seen Chris do that to any girl. Especially not Sam, he was scaring her, I could tell but the way she nibbled on her lip, she always did that when she was scared or nervous.

  How did I know this? Because I’m a freakin stalker!
It’s because in all the years I’ve been here, I just pick up these little things…I can’t help it. She’s just so interesting…

   
    “What a shame.” I heard Chris say, which dragged me out of my thoughts.

I looked at them, and Chris kissed Sam on the cheek, look over at me, with and evil smile, almost like he was challenging me, the he walked out the school.

  ‘How did he know I was here? Did he see me?’ these thoughts just bombarded my mind.

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   Chris finally walked out the school, left Sam alone.

She let out a deep, shaky breath, one that she didn’t even know she was holding.

  She held her right wrist in her left hand and looked at it…there was marks there from where Chris was gripping so hard, and she knew bruises were going to start to form soon.

   She clutched her hands to her chest, closed her eyes, and sunk down to the floor.

She heard a shuffle, and jumped up to her feet and looked around, to see Jess walking over to her, his head down.

  He walked up to her, and was maybe 3 feet away, if that. His 6’ nicely built frame hovered a bit above her. He had nice muscles, nothing so huge, but you knew that when he took of his shirt, you were sure to drool.

  His hair was slightly covering his right eye, but he fixed that with a simple sweep of his hand threw his hair, tucking those long pieces of hair behind his ear, letting her see both of his beautiful honey brown eyes, that looked so sad staring at her…

  Sam crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked down a bit; Jess tilted her head so that she was looking directly in his eyes, and his hands slid down her face, and onto her shoulders, making her uncross her arms.

   She just stared into his eyes, as a tear slid down her cheek.

“So, you actually have feelings, and you’re not a fridged bitch after all.” Jess said to her smiling.

She just looked at him, with tears in her eyes, bobbled her head. And she continued to cry.

Crying for the first time in years, letting out all the pain she had bottled up.