MAD (sequel to "Kidnapped")

Chapter 1

Scarletts POV

It's only been 2 weeks since I had gotten back. Am I supposed to  just forget about him?  I'm trying so hard to not think about him, but it's so hard because it's as if everything reminds me of him. I know I should put it in the past. There's a reason he hasn't reached out to me...I was just some girl to him. I don't know who im more mad at, me for thinking I mattered to him or him for making me feel like I did. But still, how could I be so gullible? So stupid of me to think I actually mattered to him. And with Kayla, she hasn't tried contacting me either. Everything has changed. The people i used to talk to don't even recognize me anymore. The only time I get attention from anyone is when people have questions about my horrific experience. I thought I would be so happy to be back, but home just doesn't feel like home anymore...

"Scarlett"

My gaze quickly snapped from the wooden desk I sat at to Ms. Stone, my English teacher who stood in the very front of the room.  The room went to a sudden silence and all the attention was on me. 

"Ye-yes?" I stuttered.

"The answer" My eyes dropped onto the words on the board.

"I-I dont know, i'm sorry" She let out a sigh and was about to say another word, but the bell rang.

"Alright class, your homework is to read pages 123-129"

Thank god. I grabbed my books and scurried out of the room as fast as possible.

"Scarlett" Ms. Stone calls me back right as i'm about to pass through the door. I rolled my eyes knowing why she stopped me, since every other teacher has asked me the same question for the past 2 weeks.

"Are you okay?" she mumbled softly

"I'm fine" I smile slightly. She nodded her head, letting me  exit the class with a sigh.

As I was walking out of the school doors, I saw a group of boys chuckling together. My eyes looked away when one of the boys started staring. I got to my car and started jiggling with my keys, but it was too late.

"Hey you!" I looked at the reflection that was displayed on the car window and turned around to see a boy around my age and his friends all looking over at me.

"Ye-yeah"

"You were the girl in the news, right? The girl who got kidnapped?"

"I guess, yeah"  He smirked and his other friend spoke.

"What was it like?" My gaze fell to the floor for a quick second then landed  back on his blue ones. This surely isn't the first time i'm getting asked these questions. Usually when I was asked I came up with an excuse to not answer.

"I really have to g-"

"So, what is he like? That Matthew dude" I sighed.

"Hes a criminal, what do you think hes like?"

"Damn" The first boy grinned.

"I bet his house is loaded with drugs" I narrowed my eyes at the guys comment.

"Right?" The second boy asked.

"Sure" I shrugged, getting annoyed with these guys keeping me here.

"How many cars does he have?"

"Oh my god, I really have to go" I turned away and unlocked my car door. So annoying.

**

"Dad, i'm home" I yelled throwing my backpack literally across the room when i walked through the front doors of my house. I lazily walked into the kitchen and ripped open the fridge.