In My Shoes...
I felt a flush of pink spread across my cheeks. I mean, how could I ever face my crush, Chad, again? This is way too devastating. I bolted out of the class room like a cheetah running after it prey. My cheeks stained with tears. Oh no! I can see Chad coming my way. What do I do?
"Hi! I couldn't help but notice what those girls did to you. Are you ok? A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be crying." asked Chad, while wiping my tears.
Oh my gosh! Chad is talking to ME! I am so speechless right now! AHHHH! I can't even...ok calm down Clare, calm down. Just open your mouth and say something. Come on, I know I can do it. Well, here I go.
Stuttering, I said, "I...I...I'm fine. J-just fine."
I shined him a shy smile and he shined a toothy grin back. He seemed so nice and understanding about the situation. I'm not sure if I believe him though; he says one thing, while his eyes say another. He seems nice, just like those girls did. They used me. I mean, I thought we were starting to become friends, but we weren't ever going to be and I should have known that. They were ready all along, holding there knives ready to stab me in the back. Those backstabbers have scarred me forever with all the pain they caused. Through words and actions, through all the-
One of the girls interrupted my thoughts, "I can't believe you actually did it!" she laughed, then high-fived Chad.
"Did what?" I curiously asked.
"N-nothing" He quickly replied, trying to hide the truth.
"This was all a set up... wasn't it?" I questioned, voice breaking.
"I...well...umm...yes." He hesitated to say.
I headed down the hall, ignoring the teacher calling after me.
"Where are you going?" The teacher shouted at me.
I stopped for a moment, still not facing anyone. "Nowhere. I'm going nowhere." I responded blankly.
How could I be so stupid? Chad never cared about me, and he probably never will. He's just another jerk striving to keep up his reputation and I was the victim in his act. I am the lion and he is the tamer. He will tell me all the things I want to hear, like, "are you ok?" but then he whips me, whips me with the truth. He had me wrapped around his finger, but not for long. I turned around and gave him one last look before walking anywhere the halls could take me, then proceeded down the hall without any doubts.