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May's POV

Butterflies tingled in my stomach as I kissed him. My mind wandered to place which was far away from my current life, and for a moment I could actually believe that my life was somewhat normal. That was, until I realized who I was actually kissing.
Drew.
Drew Hayden, my bully. The same guy who kicked me, punched me, spat on my face and made my life a living hell. I couldn't do it. I instantly shoved him away from me.
"Drew, this is just too weird." I told him.
"No… No May… It isn't…" He said, looking down at his bed.
"I'm sorry, but it is. I can't just pretend that these past few years never happened, y'know? It's not like we can't be friends, in fact, I'd love to be friends with you. But this… Whatever 'this' is, I just can't do it. I'm really sorry…" Drew looked as though he wanted to give up on everything, and I just wanted to comfort him. But then he got up and ran down the stairs without a word. "Drew!" I yelled, running down after him. "Where are you?" Still, he was nowhere to be found. Did he run out of the house? Did I really hurt him that much?

Suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I tensed up and got ready to punch or kick Drew. Did he change his mind? Did he want to use me after all?
"D-D-Drew?" I stuttered, freaked out.
"May." He said lowly. He then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Oh my God! Drew, put me down!" I screamed at him, flailing around in his grasp. I started punching his back, but he still wouldn't let go. "What are you doing?!"
"I don't know." He said, his voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever. He started to carry me down the stairs towards the basement. He flicked on a light and then put me down. "Cover your eyes." He said.
"Why?" I asked mildly.
"Just do it!" I jumped a little and quickly covered my eyes with my hands. I felt him grab my shoulders and spin me around. "Now look." He said. I uncovered my eyes and gasped.

There was a mural, showing a lake surrounded by vivid red roses and bright blue butterflies flitting about everywhere. There was writing at the bottom. It read: 'I will always love you May.'
"Y-You know… I made this just for you…" Drew said, and I started smiling.
"Thank you so much…" I went over to Drew and hugged him.
"Does that mean what I think it means?" Drew asked, hope shining in his eyes. I looked up at him, then looked away.
"I… I don't know…" I started, and Drew started to walk away. "But!" Drew whipped around. "That doesn't mean that we don't have a chance in the future, okay?" I told him, and Drew nodded, grinning.
"Thanks. It really means a lot. I'm just gonna ran and get us some water. Be right back!" He called, running up the stairs. I looked at him, then back to the painting; I was captivated. It was simply beautiful, and I had no idea that Drew was such a good painter. The flowers and writing seemed so real, it was as if they leapt off the wall. I reached over, to see if they actually did. But in doing so, I managed to smudge my name.
"Oh shit!" I whispered, trying to fix it.

Then I saw them: The letters behind my name. Did he spell my name wrong before or something? No, wait. My name didn't have a B in it, and Drew couldn't be that bad at spelling. I wiped off the excess paint and revealed the name. Now it said: 'I will always love you Brianna'. What the fuck? I scratched at the dried paint, and revealed another name. Now I was left with a mural that said: 'I will always love you Terri'. My eyes started to glaze over with tears, and my knees gave way as I fell to the floor. My hands were covered in white paint, but to me, it was the equivalent of blood; I had just murdered my feelings for Drew, and whatever it was that he felt for me. Honestly, I wished that it was blood. I wish that it was Drew's blood, and that he wouldn't be able to hurt me anymore. I punched the wall out of rage, but I just ended up getting more paint all over my hands. I heard Drew come down the stairs with the water, and he dropped them straight away when he saw me.
"May, babe, why are y-" he stopped, looking at the smudged painting and down at my hands.
"You lying bastard…" I said through tears, my teeth gritted and my fists balled up.
"May… I-I know this looks really bad but-"
"Save it." I cut him off. "I don't wanna hear any more excuses from you." I wiped my face, leaving a trail of white paint down my cheek. I stood up and started to walk away.
"No, May, please! I'm so sorry, you know I dated girls in the past but-" I cut him off with a slap.
"So what!" I screamed. I wasn't taking any more crap from him. "You gave them the exact same fucking picture! You didn't even have the decency to make another! I that how your whole setup works?!" My tears were falling, and I hated it. I hated letting Drew see me cry, letting him see my vulnerability.
"No! Babe-"
"Don't you EVER call me babe!" I shouted at him, whirling away from him. "I'm not your 'babe'! I'm nothing close to it! I'm NEVER going to be anything close to your 'babe'!"

I walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a sledgehammer which was propped up against the wall. I dragged it back to Drew and picked it up with both hands.
"This is how much you mean to me, Drew Hayden." I said, staring directly into his eyes. He cowered as I raised the sledgehammer above my head, but I didn't strike him. Instead, I brought it down against the mural, taking huge chunks out of it with each swing. When it was sufficiently damaged, I turned to the table and smashed that up as well, screaming all the while. I could see Drew sat in a fetal position in the corner, and I started laughing, dropping the sledgehammer.
"How does it feel, asshole?!" I screamed at him. "How does it feel to have your stuff smashed up so badly that you'll never be able to repair it?!" He just stared at me, fear in his eyes. "Because that's what you did to me! You smashed up my heart and soul, and this is what it's like!" I wanted to stop crying, but I couldn't. I was releasing a wave of pure emotion, and I couldn't block it.
"I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry…" He kept whispering.
"You're sorry! Hah! It seems that's all you are! No! You're not sorry! And you never fucking will be! You know why? Because you're an asshole who has no concept of kindness towards anyone but yourself! If anything, I'm sorry for letting you get close to me!" I then kicked the bottle of water which he dropped earlier at him, and it hit him squarely in the chest.

Sparing no time, I turned on my heel and ran up both flights of stairs and into his sister's room, slamming the door as hard as I could. I turned the lock and broke down against it. I heard Drew running up the stairs, but I ignored him. I was vaguely aware of him speaking, but I just blocked him out. Instead, I got up and walked into his sister's bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth and started to wipe the paint off of me. I got most of it off, but there was still some around my fingernails and in between my fingers.
"May… May open up." I heard Drew knocking on the door quietly.
"Go away!" I screamed. I threw the cloth in the trash, since there was no use in saving it.
"I'm sorry! Okay? I messed up!" Drew yelled.
"You're always fucking sorry! I don't give a shit anymore! Just fuck off!" I screamed, kicking the door as hard as I could.
"May! I'm not leaving until you open this door!"
"Well you're gonna have a long wait, 'cause I'm not opening this door 'till you're fucking dead!" I screamed. I didn't know where the words came from, but I truly meant them. I hated that asshole with every fiber of my being, and he could disappear off of the face of the Earth and I wouldn't even give a fuck.
"I mean it, May! I'll stay by this door until you love me!"
"Good luck with that! Have fun dying of starvation! I'll never love you!"

Then there was silence. I thought Drew had left, but then he spoke up:
"May… You do know that you'll probably starve in there too, right?" Fuck, he was right.
"I don't care! I have water, you don't! So when you die, I'll be right out!" I screamed. But that jerk had the audacity to laugh.
"Well then." He kept laughing. "Looks like you're trapped in my sister's room, in my house for a while. Like I said before though, I'm not moving until you love me. And I will make you love me."

There ya go! These next few chapters are gonna be a little different from the original, but they won't really change Chased or anything else too much. Please review if you liked it, and as always, Flames will be used to fry bacon.