Crushed

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Title Credit: Crushed by Lesley Roy

Chapter 1 - In This World

In this world, the only person you can trust is yourself. It had taken me both my innocence and heart for that fact to be engraved inside my brain. A year ago, I used to be the new kid entering La Push High in her sophomore year. There, I had met him. He was a gentleman: the kind of guy who would open the door for you, carry your books and bags to classes, and escort you to your classes after every single class. I had thought that he was perfect, and my heart had left with joy when he had asked me out. I still remember when he had given me roses on our first date at the movies when he had asked me to be his girlfriend. I had been naive. Too naive. But it couldn't be entirely my fault for falling into his trap when sixteen years of my life, I had never had a boyfriend. He had been my first for everything: first boyfriend, first kiss, first guy to tell me "I love you", and guy I gave my virginity to.

But while I took every moment with him seriously, to him, I had been just a game. Every date, every sweet nothings whispered, every kiss, every time spent together had been part of a simple game played for his entertainment. To him, I had never meant anything more than a prey to chase and discard. But I hadn't known that. No one told me his cruel games. No one warned me that if someone told you "I love you" in high school, they didn't mean it. I had been a romancist. I had just watched my dad get married with my step-mom. I had just watched my dad stutter out his "will you marry me" speech. How was I supposed to know that "I love you" meant bullshit in high school?

All in all, I had given everything to him: my heart, my soul, my love. But within the day after I gave him my virginity, he had thrown me away. He snorted at my naif as he dumped me in front of the entire school body.

"This just high school, Maria. You can't honestly say that you believed me. I mean, seriously? This isn't some sort of flimsy Nicholas Spark story."

I still remember the sound of my heart being stomped into pieces with his words, the sympathetic looks given from some students, the snickers, the whispers, and the disgusting "smack" of his lips smashing into another girl's lips. I couldn't cry, too shocked that the boy who I fell in love with was nothing but an asshole. What had I done to be treated like a trash? That day, I don't remember anything except walking away from him and his "new" girl. I had been stupid, young, and naive.

"Maria, I made breakfast! Wake..."

"Morning Mom," I stated as I walked down the stairs, quite cheerfully. It had been a year since that day. But I had changed. I was no longer that sweet, stupid, naive girl. I had killed the innocence and sweetness inside of me and left myself heartless, ruthless, and reserved. I found myself no longer caring whether I made a friend or not at La Push High. It wasn't as if making friends would have helped me out of the situation a year ago. In fact, I did have some what of "friends". That girl who he had kissed had supposedly been a friend of mine, but I didn't care anymore. I felt betrayed, disgusted, and hurt that day. But I got over it. I had to, if I wanted to forget about him completely. I wanted to forget about him, the times we spent together, and that horrible fateful day.

"Maria, I made some eggs and bacon. Do you want orange juice with that," my step-mom, Raina Forrest, asked. She was the daughter of an elder which allowed my dad and I to live in La Push. Or else, I wouldn't have landed myself in La Push, Washington, which happens to be a reservation for the Quileute Indians. Although looking at my step-mom was sometimes painful because she had been the one to encourage me about having a relationship with him, I never hated moving to La Push, Washington. The La Push Reservation was a peaceful, small town where mostly everyone was friendly - at least the adults. My dad - Gregory Forrest - and I are actually fully Caucasian. But I guess we fit into the Quileute population with our chocolate brown eyes.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not hungry," I stated as I grabbed my car keys off the hook hanging on the wall, near the kitchen counter. On most days, I would eat my mom's cooking - I mean, she was an awesome cook- but today was an exception. I needed to get to school early if I wanted to avoid him. He was actually coming back from getting mono or something. Serves him right, though.

It was after being dumped by him that I learned he was the notorious player of La Push. He actually went from girl to girl, tainting virgins to reaquainting with his fuck buddies. I still don't understand why some girls still go after him even when he dumps them. It's either they have brain damage or he's that addicting. But that didn't matter to me anymore. I was done trying to analyze the douche and his brutal ways. But still, that didn't stop him from giving me his stupid "I'm an asshole and you want me" smirk whenever we passed each other in the hallway. I chose to remain expressionless whenever we had our encounters.

But unforturnately, rumors in the girls' bathroom said that he had become sexier through catching mono - which was beyond weird - and developed a horrible short-temper which could be triggered through anything. Focusing more on his short-temper, I decided to arrive early to school and avoid most if not all chances of coming tete-a-tete with Mr. Asshole.

"Oh... but Maria, I think you should..."

"Mom... sorry, but I really gotta go! I need to finish school work," I lied as I rushed out the door in my combat boots. Through the year, not only had my personality changed, but my style of clothes had changed to shout out my "STAY AWAY" attitude. I had thrown out my flowery blouses, knee-length skirts, and penny-loafers and purchased a wardrobe full of band tees, long jackets with hoods, combat boots, and converses. I was going for a rebellious look, but without any type of sluttiness so that I wouldn't attract him and his lewd, demented mind back.

"Okay, bye," Mom sighed, and I could hear the faint scrapping of her spatula against her frying pan. I felt slightly guilty, but not too much because I needed to avoid him at all cost.

Letting out my own round of sighs, I started the car and drove to La Push High. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to meet him anytime soon: Paul Lahote.

Hi! I'm CecileJ! Previously known as ChibiZouWriter! I am back in !

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