Chapter Four

The rest of my day flew by. Then I went towards my car.

As I was walking down the hallway Mike jumped out and grabbed me by the arm. He flung me towards his chest and kissed me. Yup, Mike's my boyfriend… Mike is the captain of outdoor track in the spring, and starting quarterback in the fall and winter.

"What was that for?" I asked as I wiped my mouth from his kiss

"Nothing, I was just kissing my girlfriend, since when is that a crime?" He responded.

We started to walk towards my car.

When we got there I took his backpack and my purse and bent over to put them in the trunk. I felt him grab my ass. And I quickly stood up and smacked him.

He grabbed my by both wrists and pinned me to the car, "What's the matter, sweetie?"

"Don't touch me like that…" I fought for my wrists back, but then he just leaned on me harder.

"I thought you loved me honey. You didn't mind when I grabbed you the other night" He moved in to kiss me again. He held me harder. I was in so much pain…

I moved my face away from him so he started kissing my cheek and neck. "Kiss me you slut." He scolded at me.

I gave in, just so he would stop holding me so hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and pictured I was on the beach with my feet in the warm sand. I always pictured this when he hurt me. It helped, or that's what I told myself anyways.

Once he got his fill, he got off of me and we went into my car. I started it up and peeled away from the school.

We just sat there quietly, my face full of anger, and sadness. His face dumb and thoughtless.

I pulled up in front of his house, starred straight through my windshield and waited for him to get out of the car.

Mike turned to me; he grabbed my face tenderly and gently kissed my lips. "I am sorry Pooh Bear; you know I get a little angry sometimes. I promise, I'll never loose my temper again"

I starred back at him; his big green eyes looked like they meant it. So, I believed him. I leaned over and kissed him back.

"I love you, Mike"

"I love you too, Bells"

He got out of the car, and I rolled up my sleeves to see if he left any more bruises this time.

None yet. They might show up later.

I turned on the radio to get my mind off it, but I knew he loved me. He told me he wouldn't do it again. I mean he wasn't mad at me he was just mad and took it out on me because he was so comfortable with me. If he didn't love me he wouldn't show me that side of him.

I got to my house, pulled in the steep driveway and turned off that car.

I gathered my things and went in the house. My dad wasn't home, so I just went down the long hallway that connect all my rooms together, and went to my room. I threw my books and purse down on the dresser and threw myself onto the bed.

I laid there for a while, just starring at the ceiling. I wasn't thinking of…well anything. Every once and a while I would think of how nice Edward seemed, and his piercing eyes and that sexy smile. But as soon as I would think of it, I would make it go away remembering how I had an awesome boyfriend, and that oh yeah, he is a weirdo!

Whatever. I sucked all my emotions up, and started on my homework.

After I finished my Algebra, I noticed some doodles in the margins.