Howdy! I hope that you're liking the story so far. :P

BTW: I won't be updating that much in July, but I'll try my best to. I made a slash fanfic! Please check it out. It's called "I Want You". I'd really appreciate it. :)

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Chapter Eleven: Rain

After a gruesome week of depression and despair, I prepared for the party. I've been wearing lots of black lately, to express my sadness. I still wanted to look good for the party, though. So I curled my hair, put my dark makeup back on, and did my trademark bangs like how I usually did. But instead of my usual feminine outfits, I traded them for all dark clothing. I wore a grey sweater dress with black stockings and my long black boots. I looked exactly like how I did when I was happy, but I looked less lively, and my naturally pouty lips gave me a sad look.

At around 5:00 PM, Paul picked me up. He wore his leather jacket. He knocked on my door. When I opened it, he stared at me once again.

"Violet...You look different.."Paul said,dazed.

"I know. I just wanted to look good for the party, ya know?" I asked without emotion.

"Yeah, I guess. When I meant different, I meant in a good way, by the way."

"Thanks, I guess." I groaned.

Paul and I walked arm in arm. This time, Paul barely said a word. He knew that I was in a fragile state, and that I was killing him inside. The walk to John's house wasn't that far. I dreaded the moment that we would arrive, because I knew that it would be awkward between John and I.

Like last time, there was loud music playing, kids were smoking, and the whole street was packed. I looked at Paul with desperate eyes, pleading not to go in.

"Violet, come on! You look stunning tonight! Maybe you'll meet a boy that'll take your mind off of George," Paul said. I groaned in reply. He chuckled and dragged me into the house.

Pairs of eyes stared at me as I walked in. I scanned the room for George. He was laughing with John. Regardless of our incident, John seemed like nothing had happened. Not that I didn't mind..

I couldn't even bare to look at him or George, so I hid behind Paul. I hated all of this. I hated accepting his invitation. I hated the fact of how people always stared at me. And I definitely hated the fact of George being with Sadie.

Paul led me to the couch. He put his arm around me. I didn't respond. I just dozed off into space. That was until I saw the green eyed blonde from the last party.

"Hey! You're Violet, right?" She asked sweetly.

"Yeah,"I sighed.

"I'm Michelle." She replied. She sat next to me and patted my back."Are you going out with George?"

"No."I said quickly.

"Oh, okay then. You guys seemed pretty chummy the last time I saw you,"She explained.

"Oh, uh, well, we grew apart."

"That's a shame. He seemed like he liked you a lot. Now he never leaves that trampy blonde,"She said with pity.

I scanned the room for George. Michelle was right. I saw George laughing with Sadie. Her arm was around his neck. They were probably going out. He looked so happy with her.

All of a sudden, I saw John walk over to me. He had a sincere smirk on his face. He was probably thinking about the thing that happened between us.

"Hey Vi, holdin' up alright?" He asked sweetly.

"No, not at all,"I admitted.

"Things will get better, I promise."John said. He was sweeter than what everyone thought. He pulled me into a hug.

I was close to bursting into tears. John and Michelle chatted. Everyone was having a great time but me. I was death in this room of life.

Paul got awfully close to me. His hand overlapped with mine. I knew that due to my vulnerable state of mind, I was easy to be around. I liked the comfort that I got from Paul. I put my head on his shoulder. He kissed my head, the same way that George had kissed my head while on the boat. Leaning on his shoulder became awkward, so I lifted my head up. Paul had his arm around me now. He looked at me with those doe eyes. He looked like he wanted something..Or someone...

Paul tilted my chin, so that I could meet up with his face. He leaned closer, and kissed me on the lips. He was hesitating. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and moaned with pleasure. I felt no spark between us. I felt nothing. I pulled away, not responding to what had happened. Paul sighed with satisfaction. He kissed me on the cheek.

"I'll go get us something to drink," He said. He was drunk on love.

I nodded, nonchalant to everything. I glanced around the room, watching everyone have a good time. I saw something that I could not believe.

I saw Sadie kiss George on the lips. He pulled away from her. She pulled him closer, aiming for his lips once again. I felt the burning tears well up in my eyes. I ran for the door, now in tears. I pushed through the happy crowd, ignoring their rude remarks. George watched as I ran for my life.

How could he do this? Just a while ago, he was tickling me playfully and kissing me on the cheek. Seeing this was like a slap in the face and a punch to the stomach.

I heard someone running after me. Their footsteps sloshing through the rain puddles on the ground.

"Violet! Wait!" The person yelled.

I turned around and it was George. Why the hell was he here?

"What the hell do you want?" I barked.

"Are you okay? Why are you crying?" His hand reached for my face, which was probably disgusting from my tears and the rain.

"I-I saw you kiss Sadie.."I said between tears.

"What? I don't even like Sadie. She has a huge crush on me," George said, his words flowing out in one pile.

"Everyone said that you guys liked each other, it was really obvious,"I explained, still crying.

"But I don't like her, Violet! I like you!"George whined.

"Oh really? Prove it. Right after our seat change, you never said a word to me. You never talked to me. You flirted with other girls. You left us, George. You let me, Bonnie, and Paul down. I tried talking to you, but you always ignored me. What a great way of showing love! You just forgot about me. You never even walked home with me, or visited me anymore. It's like you blocked me out of your life for your new happened so quickly, like you didn't care about me at all. You just talked to me because none of your friends were around. It didn't seem like you liked me. I felt like you hated me, George. Why did you suddenly kick me out of your life, George?What was all of that even about, huh?I liked you." I yelled. Hatred poured and radiated from my body. I reached my boiling point. I had finally spilled my bottled up emotions that I held in forever. I wasn't even sobbing anymore. The rain had almost drowned out my words of hate.

Infuriated, I stormed off and into the night. I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I spinned around, to see George.

"I'm sorry, okay? I never knew that you felt this way. I got caught up with John and the others. Sadie thinks that I like her, but I don't. I like you, Violet! I'm so sorry that I hurt you inside. You are the one I love. I need you. I loved you from the moment that I saw you on the first day of school. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. I can't go on without you. I thought that you didn't like me, so I stopped talking to you. I thought about you every single day. I'd never want to hurt you, love. I don't even like Sadie! You're so smart, sweet, and beautiful, Violet. I could never like a girl like Sadie. I love you, Violet." George screamed. He was sobbing now.

Our tears mixed in with the rain. I reached up to my face, expecting my makeup to smear, but no dark chemicals lingered on my fingers. I wiped my cheek, and there was nothing. Maybe I wasn't as disgusting as I thought.

I didn't say a word to George. I just glared at him. I couldn't speak, due to all of my hate and anger that was manifesting my body.

"I love you, Violet! And I'll never stop,"George repeated softly. He was inches away from my slick and wet face.

He came closer, his hand reaching for my face. I froze. His lips suddenly pressed with mine, something that I was longing for a such a long time. George ran his fingers through my hair as I wrapped my hands around his neck. I slowly opened my mouth, and his tongue slipped in. Tears continued to fall as we kissed. Our tears mingled together.

I pulled away from his face.

"I love you,"I whispered.

"I've been longing to hear those words," George replied. "I love you too."

He pulled me closer to him, kissing my lips again. The raindrops were the only thing that broke the silence, and it always remained that way. We stood like that for a long time, in the rain and fog.

And at last, my world was at peace.

Awww the story's over! PYSCH. This is where the story actually begins! MWAHAHAHA!