* Elizabeth's POV*

I'm sitting at home in my room rethinking what just happened no less than an ago in class.

"Game on Jackson" I say to myself.

What was I thinking??? Competing against Michael like that..

Have I lost my mind.

No I haven't..

I'm growing a back bone.

Elizabeth will not be a scared little girl anymore.

I laid down and listened to music.

I heard what sound like tapping.

I sit up and see rocks being thrown at my window.

I go to my window and it's Michael.

I open my window and he chucks a rock again,and it hits me in the head.

"Oww" I say

"My bad nerd" he says holding up his hands.

I roll my eyes, while rubbing my head, "What do you want??"

"So you grew some balls today I see!!!" he smirks

I smirk seeing his little bandage on his nose.

"Maybe I did" I cross my arms, sitting in my window.

"Because your tired of me bullying you??" he says repeating my gesture, on his window.

I nod my head.

"Well I guess I can stop being so mean to you." he says sounding sincere.

"Wow really" I say shocked.

"Hell no pancake ass it just means i can cause more hell to your life, whether you like it or not." he said getting up and shutting his window.

I shake my head in disbelief.

I can't believe this asshole, is he serious???

I try to erase him out my head by hoping in the shower, washing all over and thinking about the certain bruises on my body that won't go away from Michael.

I finally get out and get some PJ's on and go to bed.

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The Next Day...

Oh yea I got suspended for a day for punching Michael in the face.

Of course momma put me on punishment for a week. So I can't really do anything.

And Michael got 3 days for well just being fuxking him.

Ooops sorry.

Lol but anyway I'm reading my book right now until I hear the front door open.

I sit up because momma left for work about 45 mins ago.

I slowly go out my room and go downstairs, to see someone in my kitchen but their back is turned to me.

I grab a vase sitting to my right. I step in closer and just close enough I smash the vase against the persons head.

They fall to the floor but their face is turned to me.

"Michael??" I say annoyed.

I grab a bucket and fill it with water and throw it on him.

He jumps up shrieking then falls on the ground.

I giggle a little and look at him.

He looks up at me and picks me up over his shoulder and runs with me upstairs.

"Michael put me down what's wrong with you??"

He doesn't listen to a word I say until we hit my room and he throws me on the bed.

He shuts the door, then jumps on top of me.

I look at him like he's crazy, he pulls my hands over my head and looks me deep into my eyes.

I stare back at him looking at him and his features, his caramel skin tone, his strong bone structure in his jaw. His beautifully shaped nose, his thick eyebrows and those sexy blue eyes (Michael has blue eyes in this story).

He then gets off and sits in my lounge chair by my window and looks at me.

I sit up in the bed and look back at him, for someone who hates me and wants nothing to do with me, he is starting to be fresh a little.

Then we sit in an awkward silence for like seems like 10 mins, then he says..

"Come on Beth, let's go out!!!!" He finally says

"Go out where?? We're on punishment, we can't go out, and I just noticed your out of your house." I said getting off my bed

Michael stands up and looks out the window and sighs lightly.

"Beth you ever thought about death??" He questions me

I squint my eyes, "What do you mean have I ever thought about it??"

"I mean dream about seeing yourself dead or dying, or have little visions if someone or yourself dying??" He says a little irritated

"Maybe once or twice in my lifetime. Why Michael what's really going on??"

Before I can say anything, he walks over to me and stares me down.

"Can you come take a walk with me please Beth? Michael looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

How can you say no to that its face.

I grab my jacket and we raced downstairs and out the door..

But who know this would be the last time one of us would be walking through my front door ever?!?!?!?!?

To be continued. . . .