CHAPTER FOUR
972 Words
Briar's POV.
I ran.
I ran as fast as my feet could carry me.
Away, away from him.
"Flower!" he yelled but I ignored him.
I Ignored his multiple times of calling me.
"f**k off!" I yelled frustratedly.
I ran.
I ran until the memories weren't there to have my chest aching anymore.
"I like you a lot, briar." he confessed holding my hand in his.
I stared at him in shock.
"I-- I’m sorry." I answered pulling my hand back and ran away from him. I ran way from my best friend.
"Flower!" he yelled pleading but I stayed deaf, deaf to my once best friend's pleas.
I wiped away the tears that were covering my face as I sat on an empty cubicle in one of the ladies washroom.
How funny that the washroom was always my haven, my sanctuary, my safe place, my comfort room, wait-- 'now that has a double meaning.
I laughed at my own cringe attempt to crack a joke.
But seriously, its amazing how the four walls of this cubicle became the witness of all my burdens, of all different emotions I've showed, pains I've felt, happiness I've taste, and even in my saddest of days.
Its been two years. Its been two fcking years since that day, why wont he just forget about it? why do I have to be the one suffering for our lost friendship and he has to be the one doing vengeance when I didn't do anything to him in the first place?
I mean, yes, I did rejected him but cant he be a man and just accept it?
I sighed, guys and their big egos.
Plus, he had change didn't he? from the lowest social status and now up to the highest rank as the school's womanizer and number one tormentor to me for over a year now? why wont he just move on? I know I did, or did I?
I shook my head dismissing the stressing thought.
To much stress can cause a stress that can stress your stresses. Alright, too much stress.
I had so many things going on, me seeing brit kissing our best friends boyfriend and now him? cant I get a break or something from all this high school drama sht?
I went out of the cubicle and washed my face.
I saw my lips busted, that son of a cockroach had the guts to kiss me and even bite my lips? I swear he'd pay one way or another.
My fingers graze my lips softly as I remember how he reacted when he saw me crying earlier.
It was as if he was splashed by a cold bucket of water, he couldn't even utter a single word until I ran and I hear him call for my name.
And I can still feel his soft lips against mine, how he graze them to my lips, how he claimed my mouth dominantly, how-- oh geez stop these thoughts, briar!
I shake my head combing my hair with my finger staring back at my reflection.
Petite height, voluptuous body, fat cheeks, full plump lips, big doe like eyes, button nose and strawberry blond hair.
What does he even see in me before?
I’ve e always liked him though.
I'm just afraid he'll see me the way I see my self.
Fat and Ugly, fugly.
I smiled sadly to myself exiting the bathroom to go to my next class.
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I was staring blankly at the window while my math teacher was discussing something about formula. Hell, do I look like someone who wants to be a scientist when she grows up? I don't even know why they teach this kind of things in school, when we cant even use it when we graduate.
Senior high isn't as fun as I thought it would be.
I was busy drowning in my own pool of thoughts when I heard the teacher calling my name and glaring at me angrily.
"Ms. Smith, care to share what you're thinking?" She said crossing her arms like the strict teacher she is.
I gulp answering honestly.
Okay, this might get me in trouble, but who cares.
"uhm, I was thinking why are they teaching stuffs that we weren't even gonna use to work when we grow up?" I answered unsure and it sounded more like a question than an answer.
All my classmates laughed, guess the ugly duckling had a humor!
Hah! Take that!
"Detention! Now!" she yelled and I stood up abruptly.
"But, Ma'am this is unfair! You clearly asked me a question and I just answered truthfully. Now why would I be in detention for being honest and straightforward?" I argued raising my brows as my classmates stared at me in awe.
Thats right, idolize me beeches.
I can taste the dust of fame.
"But that is no way to think for a student!" she yelled at me pointing her ruler.
"Well then you shouldn't have asked." I answered back.
Great! I'm dead meat, but then again, who cares?
"Shut up! Class, at the end of this ruler is an i***t that wont achieve anything in life!" she yelled at me and I flinched feeling anger towards her but decided to play it cool.
"May I ask, which end?" I answered smirking while walking past her.
I'm so brilliant they hatin'.
She was gawking and turning red like a mad animal but I don't care, nobody messes with me during red days.
"Detention here I come." I said fixing my glasses as I walked out of the room feeling like a queen, for once.
Smiling widely I slam the class room door shut before laughing to myself walking towards the detention room. Alright, this'll be one hella long day for you, briar.
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