New Boy on the Block. (A Prodigy Love Story)

Gone Wrong.

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I was running off of 2 hours of sleep at school. I was up all night finishing up a project for science that ended up to be pushed back to a later date. What a joy. Sarcasm intended. I went to my locker to switch my books for 5th, 6th, and 7th hour and headed to the cafeteria. I got my lunch and sat at the table with my friends.

"I like your jeans." Some kid said as he walked passed.

"Thanks." I said not really acknowledging him. I looked to see Craig starring at me from another table. I smiled and waved at him. Lunch flew past as usual and school was soon over. "Time to go home and take a nap!" I thought to myself as I got my things from my locker. I walked out the doors and looked for Craig. I stood there for a good 15 minutes until he came out. "Geez, where have you been?" I walked up to him to give him a hug, but he rejected it and kept walking. "Ok?" I mumbled as I followed behind him. He was silent the whole walk home. "Craig are you ok?" I asked, but he ignored me and kept walking. When we got in front of his house I stopped him. "Why are so angry with me?"

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his house. "Ow!" I rubbed my wrist. "What the hell?!"

"No, shut up!" He yelled. I froze at the loudness of his voice. "What the fuck didn't you do?! You just let boys stare at you like I don't fucking exist! 'I like your jeans' WHAT THE FUCK WAS ALL OF THAT SHIT?" He starred at me. "ANSWER ME!"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. It was just a compliment he gave me." I was scared. What the hell is going on with him? Who pissed in his corn flakes?

"No! He wants you. I can tell my the way he looked at you." Craig was pacing back and forth now.

"I just want to why the fuck are taking this out on me? I don't control them. I can't help the fact that they look at me. I don't know who or what pissed you off, but please do not take it out on me." I grabbed my backpack and walked out. I slammed my front door and my phone vibrated

Text:

~Craig - babe I'm sorry. :(

~Craig - I'm sorry I didn't mean any of it.

~Craig - pls forgive me.

I turned my phone off & threw it at the wall. It shattered upon impact. The room stood quiet before my soft cries filled it. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I felt a mixture of confusion and anger in me. I slid down the door, pulled my legs to my chest, and kept crying. I must've fell asleep there because everything after is just a blur. When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was my phone. Crawling over to it, I sighed deeply. "You gotta control your self." I thought to myself. The phone was completely destroyed.

I laughed to myself, thinking of my mom's reaction when I tell her I need a new phone.

~Craig's POV~

I've been calling Makayla for three hours straight now. All I kept getting was the voicemail. "Hey, you've reached Makayla! I'm either busy or ignoring you. Most likely ignoring! Leave a message please, thanks!" I hung up and tossed my phone on my bed. What did I get myself into? She's probably scared of me now. I saw a light flick on from my window, and I walked over to see what it was. It was Makayla's room light. Her room was across from mine. We'd sometimes talk to each other late at night through the window. I turned off all my lights so she wouldn't see me looking and sat in front of it. I watched as she began removing her shirt. This feels so wrong, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

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