Once again I am dearly sorry for my little mess up with the time. Read the reviews to find out more. I hope that I'm the only one that caught it. I'm writing this chapter differently, so if you like it IM me or review. My AIM screenname is EatQuiznosSubs35.
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My heart patters in my chest. "Why?" I yell, scaring myself. My voice sounds so foreign. So broken. I move the razor up to my forearm, realizing that I don't want to die. I pull it across, pain searing through my body. But the pain brings me comfort. I repeat the process several times, then press my black T-shirt to the wound, that has now become very deep.
I drop the razorblade into my bedside table, and slam the drawer.
What have I done?
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I sit in Craig's garage, sipping on hot tea as he plays his guitar for me. We've become close in the past few weeks; the weeks without Ellie. My head is spinning as he sings. The one where he said that he was in love with Ashley.
Something about the way you shine
When the lights go out I wanna make you mine
Something about the way it seems
You are always here, in my dreams
And when there's no one there
No I'm not scared
But I'm in love
With you.
I smile warmly. "Thank you, Craig," I say, taking a drink of my tea.
"No problem," he mutters. I know it hurts him to play that song.
"No, really, thank you so much. I can't even begin to say how much it means to me."
Suddenly he's playing his guitar again, to something I've never heard before, and he's singing again.
Just one touch and I'm on fire
One touch and I'm crying
'Cause you're so beautiful
Just one smile and I'm wild
One smile and I'm ready to die
'Cause you're so beautiful
Oh and you're so beautiful
My darling
Oh you're so beautiful
You're so beautiful
I know that he's singing to me, but I can't understand why. "Oh..." I whisper, smiling into my mug.
"Paige, you're amazing," he whispers, setting down his guitar and joining me on the couch.
"No -- I'm not, Craig," I whisper, my eyes filling with tears.
"Paige, you are the most interesting and sweet person I have ever met. Despite your complete and total bitchiness at school, you aren't that person when you're by yourself."
I nod slowly, looking up at him.
He kisses me, and I return it.
Soon he's lying on top of me, unbuttoning my blouse. And I don't push him away. Because he just unbuttons the first button, and leaves it there. He kisses me, and that's all.
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I wake up the next morning, a Monday, to my alarm clock playing a familiar song. It's the one Craig sang me. I open my eyes and sit up, comprehending it all. "Good morning, Toronto! The time is 6:50AM and it is a bitter-cold, sunny day! That was "Beautiful" by HIM, a wonderful Finnish band," the announcer says with much needed enthusiasm.
I smile, then get ready to face the bloody day.
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That morning, Ellie completely ignores me. She doesn't call me "Bitchy Miss Two-Shoes" and I don't call her "Elvira" or "Vamp". She doesn't even look at me, but I can tell by the way she's holding her arms that she misses me too. I can tell that she's all cut up, all over, and that Sean is still trying to get in her pants. But I don't know. Maybe he does love her.
Marco stares at me through lunch. He can tell there's something wrong. Especially when I ditch Ashley, Spinner, Hazel, and Heather to go sit with Craig. I don't know why Heather Sinclaire, the biggest mess of all messes, is sitting with The Group.
But Craig and I laugh when we're together. I honestly don't think that Ash will ever speak to me again because of this. I look up from my plate of french fries, after wiping my mouth off. Craig made me laugh so hard that I spit out my Sierra Mist. "Craig," I say seriously, "are we anything?"
"I don't know, are we?" he replies, stealing one of my fries and jamming it up his nose.
"Uuuugh," I cry, smiling and laughing.
"You want it?" he asks, pulling it from his nose and setting it back on my tray. "Here ya go!" Craig laughs.
I laugh too, harder.
I think this is the rightest thing I've done in a long time.
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Yay, new chapter. I didn't want to leave you guys hanging for too long. Anyways, what should happen between Paige..Ellie and/or Paige..Craig? Feed back is much appreciated! Much love,
Zoey-Bear