Temptation

Chapter 68

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Beth's POV

As I turn the corner of the school hallway, everyone looks the same. Not face wise but the clothing. All matching skirts, knee high socks and black shoes come in perfect pair of the guys attire.

Being in this private school since I can remember has been a drag. I've always wanted to know what it would feel like to dress how I wanted, act how I wanted and not be watched and treated like an infant.

"Hey," Amanda's sweet voice comes up from behind me, making me jump a little in the process. "Sorry," she giggles.

I smile out a breath and turn towards my locker and turning the dial to the codes numbers. "It's alright," the clicking sound is heard throughout the unusually quiet hallway. "How are you?" I ask her.

"Eh, guess I'm okay." She shrugs. I grab the books I need for my last few periods of the day as she continues to speak. "My mom was being such a bitch this morning. So you know how I went to that party last weekend?" She gasps and I nod slowly. "Well yeah, someone snitched on me like a little bitch and now I'm grounded." She crosses her arms over her chest angrily.

"Your mother never keeps you grounded. You'll be out to do whatever you want in a couple days." I try to make her think positive but the look on her face isn't giving me the right reaction I wished.

"Not this time," she groans. "This is the third time this month she caught me. She found the weed in my closet too."

I look down at the floor. "I thought you were done with that."

"It isn't easy getting off of something that makes you feel amazing," she bites her bottom lip in a smile.

It all started in eighth grade, she would hang out with some people who would always have it on them. I remember sometimes she would leave classes early just to hide out in the basement or behind the school to smoke some. I didn't like it, I never did but I know that I can't control what she wants to do with her life.

"-should try it sometimes." Is all I hear, clearing me away from my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Do you want to try it? Maybe after school?" She suggest and I widen my eyes at her.

"No." I simply respond.

"Why not? You need to live a little." She nudges my arm.

"No. I don't." This isn't the last time she's practically begged me to do the things she has done. Almost ever weekend she would call me up and beg me for joining her at a party. Just last night she wanted me to go out and drink with some new people she met at an amusement park. "Sorry but I don't need alcohol or drugs to make me happy and have a good time." I explain and I look over my shoulder to see her stop dead in her tracks.

"What?" I ask.

"Forget it." She waves her hands in the air, slowly backing away from me.

"Oh c'mon Amanda you know I didn't mean it like that!" I call out to her but she just continues to walk.

Guilt spreads through me as I watch her walk down the hallway and turning the corner until her figure is out of sight.

I shouldn't have said that, it was wrong of me and I wish I can take it back. Ever since we were ten, Abby suffered from depression and anxiety. I remember one time in freshman year in high school I found her sitting in the school bathroom with blood slowly dripping from her wrists and onto the sink. She stormed out of the bathroom and grabbed me along with her telling me not to tell anyone.