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Chapter 8:

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I stare at a smudged wall in class; still thinking about Alex. So devishly handsome. Whatever he wanted, he always had it. His family was the wealthiest in the city; with his Dad being a Lawyer, and his mom a chef, there was no doubt that he had so much class.

But why would he want me. What was this "project about? Does he really need me for this. Am I going to end up being hurt agaib. My questions remain unanswered, however my head keeps being more curious. I sigh in disbelief, knowing I was only half way through school, yet it felt like an eternity having that small conversation with him.

"Oh my gosh guys so last night on supernatural, insane." Vanessa trailed on as I stood their, looking at my food. I wouldn't call myself a part of their group of friends, more like a person who doesn't know where else to go.

I look up, and turn towards the right, and find Alex gazing at me. As soon as he sees me staring back, he gives off his killer smirk, and turns away. I attempt to ignore him, but some how it's inevitable. He is inevitable.

" Grace! " Jaclyn shrieks into my ear; her high pitched voiced snapping me back to reality.

I gave her a fake smile and replied, " Yeah, sounds good" I wasn't even paying attention to them. That's another reason, why Im not so good at being a "friend"

"What!" She exclaims in my ear, "Raping somebody isn't exactly what we call "good"

" I meant it's good to protest and let the people know.. " I said trying to wing it, but that failed horribly. I could tell I failed just by the look on everyone's face.

" My point being said, I protest Raping" she said proudly, flipping her black, straight hair to the right. That's who Jaclyn was; Weired, awkward, but fun.

" Anyone up for a movie tonight? " Vanessa asked, trying to change the subject, and ignore the awkwardness. My face hardens, and my immediate thoughts are, I cant go. They cant get too close to me. I will get hurt.

I can't trust them.

"My fish died." I said trying to convince them. " In fact, im planning Jimmy's funeral" with that I scratched behind my ear, as if I was trying to act normal. I couldn't lie without scratching my ear; I guess you can call that another bad habit.

Everyone just gave me the -What-the-hell-was-that look, which only made the awkwardness even more awkward.

At least someone attempted to ignore this and continue as if nothing happened.

" I can plan the funeral!!! " Jaclyn shrieks.

" Uh, it's okay"

" I'm sorry? " Vanessa questioned me. " Well, we can, uh, we can hang out some other time?"

" Sure, " I replied sarcasticly. I can't blame myself... sarcasm is my second language.

" I just wanted to Invite you guys to a small party in 2 weeks, " Vanessa said, as I nearly choke on my spaghetti.

Everyone starts shrieking across the room, and as for I, well I'm trying to get the hell  out of here.

And with that, the lunch bell rang... which for me was a good thing considering I didn't want to be here anymore... I knew that I still had a long day ahead of me.

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As I walk the broken wooden floor the school had to offer, a tap on my shoulder from Ethan.

Shocked, I was, because I was not expecting this, especially from Ethan.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, G- Amor , but I just had to tell you, "He said. He was fixing his big, circled glasses, not making any eye contact. Alex was that one guy in class who, whenever we were taking an extam, his stomach preformed an opera for us. Or when we have to race in Gym, he's always last or pushed to the ground. Not many people enjoyed his presence... well nobody. Fortunatly, I know how that feels. Being bullied is like stabbing them with a knife in their bare heart... every word knocking him down, and as I wish he could get up, and brush himself up, he couldnt.

" No, no Its uh fine, really" I reply with a, what I atleast find, a sincere smile.. but that's not changing his expression. His eyes were literally popping out of his head, and I could see from the light he was lightly sweating over his pale, white face.

" Grace, " his shaky yet somewhat steady voice rings in my ear. " I-I'm Y-you, you have to get out of here, n-now, "

"Ha, that's not happening, You- "

"No, please, just go.... "

"Where? " I question him. This coming from a kid, who always runs away from his own problems. This coming from Ethan, seems unreal.... fake. Weather or not I should trust him is a question that will not leave my mind, not for a second... or at least in this very moment.

" Far, far away from this area..... "

" Why should I trust you? "

"Why wouldn't you trust me, " he replies steadily fixing his red bow.... a bit too confident if you ask me. And he got me. I was at lose with words. I could no longer answer his own statment.

"Grace, just go, leave..... " he says, and for minutes we stay near each other, our eyes locked together.

" Leave," he then commands, and I do.
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Authors Note:

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This book is still alive!!

Oh lord jesus, almost a month of not Updating, for the little readers that I have, I apologize. I was having a writers block, and thoughts for restarting My book, since I have read my book, and was not exactly proud of it. Sorry for the crappy chapter.

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