Heartless prick with puppy dog eyes

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this chapter is unbeta'd, please forgive any mistakes, I type this and my other story on my iPod, which makes edditing a bit hard. Hopfully it's readable lol. Let me know what u think. Xx

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We leave shortly after that, thankfully, incident free. 

Sky sorta storms off, with her friends flocking after her; and he stops touching me all together, mission obviously accomplished.



When he drops me off, he ruffles my hair (yes, that's right, he actually ruffles my hair. Like I'm fuckin nine or something.), and says "G'night Mel, thanks for tonight, your a real pal".



A real pal. Hmm. I want to poke him in the eye for making me feel like shit right now. That's not very pally is it. 



He waits for his mom in the car while I go call her, and after I dodge her questions of "how was it?! Did you have fun?", she leaves and they go on their merry way.



After checking on my mom, I scrub my face clean, get in my nighty and lay on my bed staring at my ceiling.



Why am I so ordinary? I silently ask the ceiling.

It doesn't answer back; Which is good I suppose, because otherwise I'd be ordinary and schizophrenic. Not the best of combinations.



I just wish I had something, you know? A bit of PZAZ! Something that would make me slightly interesting. 

I basically want someone to find me interesting. Not too much to ask for, is it? I won't say beautiful, coz, well, let's keep things believable here, that won't happen. But interesting, that could plausibly happen. Maybe. Different things interest different people dont they? If someone finds train spotting interesting, then I should by right, find someone who'll think boring old me is slightly interesting. Right?



I tell you what though, I won't hold my breath. I'm not pessimistic, I'm just a realist. If it's not happened so far why would it happen now? And even if it were to happen, how and where and when? I'm too busy looking after my mom to go out there and mingle with people. And anyway, I'm an antisocial moose, I don't mingle. I never initiate conversation with people I don't know. Some think I'm stuck up. I'm not. I don't think I'm better than anyone else. I'm just socially awkward. Simple.



So there. I've just wished that someone would find me interesing, and then dismissed it as unrealistic in one breath. Then I said I wasnt pessimistic. I am schizophrenic after all.



I wish the ceiling good night, climb under the covers, switch off the light, and sleep.



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I'm in the school cafe', Chris nibbling on my earlobe, his lips moving tantalisingly slowly to my lips. His gaze locked with mine, he gently strokes my lips with his tongue, as if tasting me, never breaking eye contact, almost daring me to look away, to pull away; arms tightening around me promising to never let go. He pulls back slightly his eyes growing dark with lust. I lick the moisture he's created on my lips unconsciously, and the groan, and heated gaze that I'm rewarded with, makes my breath hitch. He moves in for the kill, but the shrill noise of the bell startles both of us. And it just goes on and on, and doesn't stop until I wake up, realise it was a dream, grab the offendingly loud phone, and flip it open.



"This better be good!" I growl at who evers calling me.



"Down tiger." chuckels Chris in my ear.



"What do you want?"



"You're sleeping already?" he asks innocently.



"it's dark outside. That usually indicates bed time. What time is it?" I reply grumpily. One more second, that's all I needed to feel his lips, and he fucked it up for me. Needless to say, I'm not a happy bunny.



"It's twelve" he says cheerfully.

Here's me, wanting to do violent things to him for interupting my perverted dream, and he's all cheerful, not even detecting my sour mood.



"Twelve. As in midnight? Your such an ass! I never dream! Never! And now when I have the most amazing dream you just had to wake me up!" another time, I'd be a bit suprized at how pissed off I am. Now though, I'm too busy being pissed off to reflect the level of my pissed off'ness.



"Oh, what did you dream?" he asks curiously. 



Brilliant, that's all I need.



"Nothing. What did you want?" I change the subject. 



"We didn't chat today" 



"Ive been with you all night. And when we didn't chat, you had your tongue down my throat." I remind him acidly.



"Honey, if you were with me all night, you'd know about it. And you wouldn't be sleeping right now, more like beggin for more" he snickers.



"Your such a perve. I'm like the sister you never had, I didn't realise you had incestial tendancies"



"Incestial tendancies would require you to be my actual sister. Your not. My moms called Angela, yours is Helen. My dad is Colin, yours is Andy. Want more of my family tree, I can go on and on."



"You couldn't go beyond your granlarents." I challange.



"True, I can make names up though, and pretend they're real relatives. There's Ben and Josephene, they can be my granparents' parents, then theres.."



"that's quite enough thank you." I propel myself up on my pillows because quite obviously, I'm not going to get any more sleep.



"So, what's wrong?" I ask 



"Nothing's wrong. We didn't have our back garden chat today." he says. I can imagine the smile gracing his handsome face right now, and it's making my heart flutter.



I gulp down the stammer that threatens to escape and reply as casually as I can " We haven't had a back garden chat for at least 3 weeks."



"Three and a half. But that's my point, we need to restart them. As of tonight." he says decisively.



"Im in bed. In my nighty. I am not coming out like this. We can start tomorrow. Besides, I think we've exhausted our topics of conversation for tonight, and you might start molesting me again, and I'll end up wacking you or something. So for the sake of your pretty little face, we should reschedule to another night"



"Hey! I would only molest you if we had an audience. And where are these violent tendancies coming from? Jeez... It's a good thing you think I have a pretty face, otherwise I woulda been very offended." he laughs at me.



"The violent tendencies are counteracting your incestial tendancies. And you are pretty, Chrissy Whissy" I mock him with his mothers pet name for him, knowing that if one thing's gonna get to him, it'll be that.



"I can't believe you went there, that's just low." he says grumbling, which makes me laugh.



"Aww, there, there. Dont riddle that pretty witty Chrissy whissey face with frown lines" I'm enjoying myself immencely can you tell? I love using info that no one but me outside his family knows, against him. Makes me feel twistedly special. Pathetic huh?



"I think you should go back to bed now." he says grumpily.



"I agree. Us elephant-like chicks need all the beauty sleep we can get." 



"Ha! If your an elephant, what am I?"



"Well, now that you ask, I always thought you might have Hagrid genes or something, your way too tall for your age." I jibe. No need to mention that it suites him. His ego is big enough without my opinion to combust it.



"I'm not tall, your just petite. And who's Hagrid?"



"Great. So I'm fat AND short. Just perfect. Hagrid is the friendly giant in Harry Potter. Unlike you Hagrid would never call his best friend stroke sister fat and short." the cheek! Here's me complementing him, alas in my head, but a complement is a complement, and he's frigging insulting me!



"I love how you insult yourself them blame it on me. I'm not gonna argue with you about how un-fat you are, I think your just fishing for compliments." he says exasperatedly.



"They'd have to mean something to me, if I'm gonna fish for them. As it is I wouldn't believe any compliment you give me." I argue. This is going back to basics, this bickering between us; Which sometimes frustrates the crap out of us, but draws a lot of 'ahhh, aren't they cute' from people who witness it.



"Which is why I don't do it, it's a completely wasted exercise. Anyway go to bed elephant girl, I'll see you tomorrow."



"Who you calling elephant girl?!" I whisper-shout but he's already hung up.



Prick.



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At school the next day, I can't stop yawning. I don't know what time I managed to sleep, but it was beyond two.

As if I need extra help with my concentration deficit.



I don't share any of my morning classes with Chris, so I don't bump into him during the day.



Someone I wasn't so lucky in avoiding though, is Sky and her lackies. Whispers and jibes have been following me all day. I've shared two of my morning classes with her and it was hell. Girls are real bitches when they wanna be. A new and bizzare addition to her group though, is this butch girl who will put any man to shame with her six pack and hardcore muscles. Someone who always sits at the back of the class, chewing gum, and generally not giving a rats ass what anybody thinks of her. She had no friends and seemed quite content with her own scary company. 



How this combination of chalk and cheese came together is beyond me. But it stank. And at the risk of sounding paranoid, it seemed way too coincidental that Sky, who always gossiped about Tony (thats the butch's name), being an axe murdering rapist, is suddenly best chums with said murdering rapist. I mean don't get me wrong, I don't think she is... an axe murdering rapist that is... Or I didn't think she was; but this sudden friendship is freaking me out a little right now.



This unease is not totally unfounded. It was fuelled by Tony pinching my ass when I walked past her in the corridors this morning. I mean, I chalked it down to Tony being the oddball that she is, not that she's tried to molest me in the past or anything, but it seemed like something she could possibly do; but after being in two classes with her and Sky being very, very pally... It doesn't smell of roses is all I'm saying.



Man, chemistry is hard enough without all these distractions.



The bell goes indicating lunch time, and I've never been this relieved to hear a  bell ring in my life. I pack my stuff in a hurry, ready to bolt outta the class, when a shadow covers me. I look up finding Tony, the hulk, looking down at me, smirking in this arrogant ' about to kick your ass way', and I start to quiver internally. I'm a whimp. Did I mention I was a whimp? 



"So, I hear your spreadin 'em for Atkinson. You know its not cool stealing someones boyfriend... But it makes you fair game. Findin out your a slut was a revelation. A good one, coz it means I can finally treat you as one." the last bit is whispered in my ear, making me shudder with fright. She grazes my right breast with her knuckles as she draws away; the sudden contact making me recoil back from her unexpected touch, causing the chair I was sitting on to crash on the floor with a loud clatter. 



"Miss Smith, restrain yourself from destroying my classroom please." my teachers drawls from behind his desk.



"Sorry sir." I mumble before grabbing my bag and bolting from the classroom, Tony and Sky's laughter mocking my retreat.



Shit, shit, shit. I need air. That was down right scary! Shit!!!

Am I gonna have to go through that every day for the next four weeks? I weave past the oblivious students, almost running outside. I need air. Now.



When I get to my destination, I almost weep with relief when I find that my sanctuary is deserted. I need to get my breathing under control, stop the hysterics that are about to erupt. 



The sudden shrill ring of a telephone makes me jump. Realising it's mine, I fish it out of my pocket, check the caller ID, then disconnect it. Shortly after, it starts shrieking again, and I disconnect it, again then turn it off completely. I don't trust my voice not to wobble when I talk to him. 



I've always been in the background, this sudden onslaught of negative attention is freaking me out.



I sit under my tree, close my eyes, and concentrate on my breathing. 

In.... Out

In.... Out

In.... Out

This isn't hard, I can do this. I don't have anymore classes with them, so I'll be fine. Just need to be slightly careful in avoiding them, that's all. 



What did she mean when she said 'I can finally treat you like the slut you are'? Does that mean she's always wanted to be mean, and now has an excuse? 



Arggggggggg



"Thats where you've been hiding!" I open my eyes to see a grinning Chris strolling towards me. Why did I show him this place again?



"You know it's rather pathetic hiding here. Avoiding me, even though we have a deal. Just because I called you elephant girl? Don't get me wrong, I knew you'd sulk, I was counting on it infact, it's always funny when you sit in a corner, pouting and sending me daggers with your eyes. But actually hiding? That's new."



Fury doesn't describe what I feel right now. I'm going through shit for this charade of his, and he's standing there calling me pathetic.

I spring off of my tree, close the distance between us, and push him. Hard. He wasn't expecting that because he falls, landing on his butt. 



"Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are that you think one word from you is gonna turn my world upside down? Call me elephant all you like, I don't give a flying fuck.

I'm not sulking in a corner because your highness has been mean to me, you do it more than you realise, enough for me to think it's the norm. I'm here to THINK. Alone. To get my jumbled thoughts together and survive the rest of this fucked up day. And right now, you can take your deal and shove it where the sun don't shine." I vent all the helplessness I felt through out the day on him, and I still don't feel better. 



He stands up, dusting his slacks off, then closes the distance inbetween us carefully, like he doesn't want to aggrivate a wild animal, concern and shock stamped on his face. He wasn't expecting my outburst. Neither was I to be honest.



"What happened?" worry is laced in those two words.



"Nothing." I reply shortly, turning to leave. He captures my shoulders and swirls me round to face him once more.



"What happened?" he asks more forcfully.



"Nothing." I say again, but it comes out as a sob. And before I know it, I'm gathered in his arms, crying, while he rocks and strokes my hair soothingly.



I don't know how long it takes, but I calm down. Being enveloped in the safety of his strong arms, I start feeling silly about how completely overcome with worry and anxiety I was. I pull back, but he tightens his hold on me. 



"What has she done?" he asks.



"Nothing." I mumble.



"Dont even think about lying to me Mel. What happened?" he growls into my ear, making me shudder.



"Nothing too dramatic. I wasn't beaten up or anything. Just constant bitchiness. I've never been too exposed to it so it freaked me out to be targeted with it all of a sudden. Don't get me wrong, I expected her to stir shit up, but it's like a smear campaign. Whispering. Pointing." I don't mention butch Tony. I know he'll go in there and make things even more difficult for me.



"And then you come here, thinking the world revolves around you, calling me pathetic and sticking your deal in my face. It's your deal that's giving me shit!" I say and pull away from him, needing distance.



"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I said it thinking you'll give me shit about it and that's it. Look let's go back in there, you need to have lunch. And if anyone so much as looks at you, I'm gonna punch them, how about that?"

I can't help but smile at his serious face. He'd do it, I have no doubt about it.



"You'll be punching the whole school in that case. I'm fine now. And if anyone looks at me, I'll just look back." I say smiling.



He takes my hand, and we walk to the cafeteria. My anxiety dissipating. As long as he's by my side I'll be fine.



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