Sorry for the extreme shortness of this chapter and Rosaline just..ranting, but I'm pissed off so yeah. I know that this chapter isn't..amazing or whatever, but right now I honestly couldn't care less. So I'm sorry but..whatever. Song to the right is of 'Lost Without You' by Delta Goodrem. Was listening to it whilst writing this ¬_¬
Anyways, lemme know what'cha think of this chapter? Or something; dunno. Have a good/day/night<3
P.S. Don't let go of someone you can't go a day without thinking about. xxx
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A week; 160 hours, 10,080 minutes and 604,800 seconds- that is how long it has been since I had last spoken to Carter. It had gone by agonisingly slowly; and every day, I forced myself to get out of bed and go to school. The entire week was torture, and I felt like a robot. I showed no emotion; my face was void of any emotion, any feelings and I preferred it that way. All I did during the entire week was get out of bed, go to school, do my work, come home, do my homework then sleep. That was my cycle for the whole week.
It was crazy; it felt as if I would die any second. I just…couldn’t seem to do anything right and it hurt like hell. I was emotionally drained, and not being able to talk to Carter was tearing me apart inside.
He was like my oxygen; my source of existence and now there was none left, and I was dying.
I felt empty.
Sighing, I fought back the urge to run away crying as I walked along the hallways at lunch. I clenched my jaw when Kasey came to a stop in front of me, smirking. “Hey whore,” she said, amusement creeping into her voice and I clenched my hands, resisting the temptation to just beat the living daylights out of her.
“Sure you’re not talking about yourself, sweetheart?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She scowled at me, her eyes burning with rage. “You slut!” Kasey shrieked, making everyone stop what they were doing and turn to look at us. From my peripheral vision, I noticed Carter standing by his lockers, his gaze locked on us. My heart started to thump uncontrollably, and I took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“Really? You’re calling me the slut, when you’ve been with half the guys in this school and had sex with most of them?” I asked wryly, rolling my eyes. She sneered at me, “listen bitch; I don’t know who you think you are, but Carter is my boyfriend. So back off!” she hissed at me.
I tensed and stood up to my full height. “Excuse me?” I muttered, running a hand through my hair as I glanced at her then my gaze flickered to Carter, who was just watching us with an unreadable expression on his face.
“He’s mine,” Kasey stated. I looked back at her, feeling the anger boiling in my blood and the rage burned through my veins. Her brown eyes burned with fury and disgust as she stared at me, and I don’t know what took control over me, but I raised my hand and backhanded her.
The sound of skin against skin rang out through the hallway, echoing through the hall making everyone gasp and burst into whispers. In that beat of silence, and shock, Kasey glanced at me and let out a small scream before she lunged for me. Side-stepping her, I kicked her ankle, knocking her to the floor and as she gaped up at me, I glared at her.
“You think the world revolves around you?” I hissed. “Well, newsflash sweetheart, it doesn’t. You ain’t shit in this world; you’re nothing more than just a piece of dirt on the bottom of my shoe. Stop trying to act like a bitch and just go back to being the ho everyone knows and loves,” I snarled at her, my voice filled with venom before I turned around, and stormed out of school.
It was killing me; being away from Carter was slowly tearing me up inside, destroying me. I would never normally do something like that, but the rage that I felt when she said that Carter was hers just took control and I lashed out.
I didn’t regret it though.
But I needed Carter back.
It had only been a week, and it was already killing me.
I can’t handle it anymore.
Carter, come back…
I need you.
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