Summer School Chpt. 19

Summer School
Chapter 19
 

 I have to admit, it was a shock finding out who he was. And even more so to know that I liked that jerk. That fuckin’ bastard!
 As I felt my eyes bulging out, he seemed almost distressed. Good, let him see how I would respond. But, he would have to wait a while because right now I wasn’t going to talk to that fat ass son of a bitch. He could go suck cock for all I care.
 So, rearranging my face into a mask of impassiveness, I stood. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.” With that said, I hurried past him…Only to have my arm be grabbed.
 I have to admit. I was scared. Was he going to shove me off the cliff again? Would I be so lucky this time? And was he going to rape me first? Would I be left bruised, battered, and bleeding? Oh, gosh, I hope not!
 Ideas on how to protect myself ran through my mind, a hundred miles per hour each time. Kick him in the balls, Kim! Push him off the cliff! Break his nose…Again! Kiss him! Oh, gosh, make love to him under a tree! Wait….What?!
 Great. Even now there were ideas on how to forgive him flashing through my mind. But, I don’t want to forgive him. I want him to suffer…Don’t I?
 “Kim…I…” he was struggling to say something, so I saved him the trouble by jerking my arm away.
 “Know what? I’m pretty fucking pathetic. I actually believed you. What’d you do, have surgery or something, because you sure as hell changed. But, whatever, right? It’s not as if you actually care about something that happened in the past. Goodbye, Mark and don’t ever talk to me again.” With that said, I whirled on my foot and walked off, trying not to run like my mind was trying to make me do.
 It was a long time before I fell into the urge to look back. And when I did, he was still standing there, shoulders slumped and arms at his sides, watching me leave.
 Good. I didn’t need his shit. And who knew whether or not he was still a jerk? Well, I do. I don’t need to trust him. He can go to Hell…Oh, who was I kidding?
 I fell. Hard. And my heart had hit the rock bottom…Only to find that it had stiletto sharp spikes. My heart had been ripped to shreds.
 But, while walking back to my house, I began to think of ways to get him to forgive me. He obviously still liked me, so maybe I could use that to my advantage…Oh, yes…I definitely could.
 He would fall in love with me. As much as I had with him. And then I would rip his heart out, tear it in half and serve it back to him on a silver platter. He would be left crushed. And that is all that there was to it. I wouldn’t deal with his shit.
 This princess was about to get her crown and shove the bastard off the thrown. Now, if only he knew that his life was in danger….If only…If only I hadn’t fallen in love so long ago.
 But I had and now I had the consequences to deal with him. And he, too.
 Time to start planning…

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