Hey everyone! I'm gonna start this off by saying... I have no idea what to do for this chapter. I know where it's all going, but the whole process... Foggy business. So I'm just gonna go for it! Wish me luck!
Zach: No.
Abby: Screw you.
BLAKE
I honestly can't believe myself.
I've been in love with Fallon since I can remember and then she tells me she loves me too... And I left her.
Yea, go ahead, throw bottles and rocks at me, I deserve it. I'm a level 5 douche bag.
Why a level five? A level one is the guy who abuses the ones he loves. A level two is the guy who kicks puppies. A level three, level four, and level five douche bag are similar, seeing as level three is having sex with the girl and then totally playing her, level four is leaving her, and level five is the fucktard who has sex with the girl he loves and then leaves her.
And level five just screams BLAKE in large, neon letters.
Fallon was amazing. Fallon. Her name gave me chills when it reached my lips, a full body shiver. I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach, like there was a tornado whirling through it. I even get a tingling in my fingers and my toes, because, well, because that's just how she affects me!
The wind rushed through my wings, and I felt myself wobbling in the sky a bit, being a new flyer. The thing with Fallon, though, was that I couldn't even describe how she made me feel. I feel like I can make a difference, like I matter in the world. And I left that feeling behind with people that can take care of her; with people that aren't me.
I had to do it, though. With me around, she was bound to get hurt. I had to do something, I had to protect her. I only did it because I love her. I love her so much.
A branch scraped my cheek and I was snapped back into reality. Thinking about what I did ignited a fire in my heart and I clumsily landed, anger pumping throughout me. I touched down onto the dampened earth and kicked the closest tree.
Self-hatred pulsed through my ice cold veins as I punched the large oak until my knuckles were bloody and splintered. I was getting tired, but I continued punching as I slid onto my knees.
Suddenly, the tree I was using as support—and a punching bag –collapsed inward and I fell down a large tunnel, plummeting downard until finally, I hit my head on something sharp.
Everything faded to black and the last thing I saw were feet in red heels; the last word on my lips was her name...
Zach: *GASP!* WHAT'S HAPPENING TO BL- uh.. I mean... Wow. Pansy. Don't pass out after that. Take it like a man.. rub some... dirt... in... it...
Abby: Aww. So sensitive. *makes a heart with her fingers*
Zach: Uhhh... Anyway...
Abby: RIGHT! Review, people! That would make for a very happy Abby! And soooo sorry for not reviewing earlier, sophomore year's killlllling me. *frowns* But please review! *Big grin!*
Love and Happy Dreams,
Abby
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