A/N: Guys please don't hate me! Oh wow, the reviews left me thinking that maybe the bad things that are happening are excessive! I'm so sorry guys! Truth is I already have it all written and well, it's really hard to change it because everything has correlativity in the development of the story. It's just for a while! I promise, I really promise that things will soon get better! I know my way of writing it's kinda dramatic and all, but I don't like to end everything in a bad way because what I truly want to do is to leave a positive message at the end, after all the bad things that could happen! Be patient, I assure things will get better because I wrote it already because since now I won't be able to keep writing because I'm super busy, so I wanted to write several chapters so you'll have your weekly update on Saturdays! Now changing the topic and only because I love to talk, have you read the real note that Darren Criss wrote for his fans? Isn't it very cute and wonderful? :) Okay, that's all I guess! haha... I'll let you read this short very short chapter now!

TEENAGE DREAM

Chapter 11

Losing control

"Darren! Hey, Darren, wait!" I heard someone yelling at me, but I didn't stop.

I was running through the hallways of school, trying to find Freckles to try to talk to her about what happened. I looked like an idiot running all around, but I didn't care. Where could she be now? I needed to find her before Brian, I knew Brian was going to try to brainwash her with lies, and I knew Freckles was going to believe him because she was harmless and she always had this amazing thing about thinking the best of people; but right now that amazing thing of Freckles wasn't a good thing.

"Darren! Wait!" I heard how the same person yelled behind me. Again, I didn't stop.

I was trying to remember what the next class of Freckles was after Spanish, but I couldn't remember. At this moment, I hated my bad memory. Think, Darren, think. Could it be Math? No, she had Math class on Wednesdays. English. Yes, that's right, she had English class now. I ran to where the classroom of English III was, but then someone stopped me, taking me by the arm.

"Darren! Geez!" Karen said looking at me frowning, apparently exhausted because she has been running behind me.

"Not now, Karen. I'm busy." I said trying to go to where Freckles was, but Karen wouldn't let me go there.

"Darren, this is important. I need to talk to you." Karen said serious.

"Not now, Karen!" I exclaimed exasperated. "Maybe after school, but not now!"

"No, it's going to be now." Karen said bossy and I looked at her raising my eyebrows in surprise. She wasn't a bossy person.

"What do you want, Karen? I'm not in mood to talk about the prom dance you're organizing. Maybe after school, I don't know." I said moody, looking at the direction where the classroom of English was.

"I don't want to talk about the prom dance, Darren." Karen said again serious.

"Then what do you want, Karen?" I asked moody and exasperated, checking if Brian was near or not.

"I want to know who W is." Karen requested serious and I looked at her in shock.

"What?" I asked kinda nervous and scared.

Why was Karen asking me that? How did she know about W? It couldn't be possible that W was now harassing her as well, Karen never meddled between us, she had nothing to do with all of this and I didn't want to her to be part of this macabre game.

"I said I want to know who W is." Karen repeated.

"I know what you said, Karen!" I replied kinda edgy. "But I don't know why you're asking me this, I don't know who W is." I lied. I needed to keep Karen out of the scene because I didn't want W to hurt her as well.

"Are you sure, Darren?" She asked suspiciously, of course noticing that I was lying. Why couldn't I be good at lying sometimes?

"Yes, sure. I don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged, pretending to be indifferent and confused.

"Then why is your name on this note I received?" Karen asked with a paper in her hands. Fuck, W has already threatened her and I never noticed this.

"What? Let me see it." I said edgy trying to grab the note, but Karen hid it behind her. "Hey, let me read it."

"Not before you tell me what do you know about W and what do you have to do with this." Karen said looking at me kinda severely. "And do not lie to me again."

"I don't know who W is, Karen!" I exclaimed exasperated but frankly, because that was the truth: I had no idea who this W was.

"Is that all you have to tell me?" Karen asked looking at me fixedly and I just nodded. "Well, let me read this note for you." Karen said coldly, opening the note to read it. "Would you like to see how the prom dance that you're organizing fails? I'll make it suck if you don't tell your friend Darren Criss to stop fooling around that bitch nerd girl. And you wouldn't like to be remembered as the girl who ruined a party to become a loser, would you? Remember this could ruin your chance to go to college. Stop your friend Darren soon, or you'll be destroyed. -W-" Karen finished reading and then she looked up to me very serious and kinda annoyed. "Would you now explain me what's going on?"

"I...Karen, I don't know what's going on." I said looking down, frankly. "I really don't know who W is; all I know is that this person is harassing me and Jen. I don't know why. I'm sorry this person involved you too, I'm really sorry."

"It's easy, Darren. Stop being with that new friend of you, she's only causing troubles and she's not worth it. Darren, that girl is only a damn geek with no friends, stay away from her. If she hasn't got any friends, it's for a reason; you should stop being so nice to everybody. After all, why are you friends with her? She's a creep and you know it." Karen said frowning.

I looked at her upset but at the same time I needed to understand her. Anyway, I didn't like the way she was talking about Freckles, she had no idea how amazing Freckles actually was and I couldn't help feeling angry whenever someone talked about her in a derogatory way. Karen was being very rude and selfish. Yes, selfish because she only cared about her and her goals and she didn't care when I told her that W was also harassing me and Jen.

"Don't talk about her that way, Karen. You don't know her, so don't talk about her as if you knew her, because you have no idea." I said annoyed and kinda coldly and she looked at me in disgust. Maybe I sounded rude.

"I can't believe this, Darren. Are you changing one of your real friends for a geek? Can't you see it? She's blinded you. I don't even recognize you, Darren." Karen said coldly. Oh man, those words hurt, it made me remind of what my mom told me when I had that dispute with Freckles' father.

"I'm not changing anything, Karen! I can perfectly be friends with you two without any problem." I said still feeling bad for Karen's words.

"The girl doesn't even remember you, Darren! What is your problem?" Karen yelled exasperated and I looked at her curiously and frowning.

"How do you know that?" I asked suspiciously and Karen looked at me in disbelief.

"What? The whole school knows about that, Darren. Everybody started suspecting why the geek was now talking to the cheerleaders and why she has changed the way she is; so the truth was revealed!" Karen said frowning and upset.

"Who has told you the truth? And what exactly have they told you?" I asked again intrigued. I needed to know how the whole school knew about this.

"I don't know, Darren. I heard it, everybody is talking about it. That the geek has lost her memory and all... I don't know." Karen said annoyed.

"From who have you heard it?" I asked over again, insistent.

"A boy, I think he was her friend before. Why are you so interested in knowing this? Not that you didn't know this." Karen huffed.

"Because, as I told you, they are harassing me and Jen, Karen. I don't know if you heard me when I said that." I said upset and coldly.

I don't know why I was so upset; I guess I was tired of people being selfish and not really listening to me when I was talking about serious stuff. Suddenly I felt in the same way Freckles told me how she felt whenever she was feeling bad and didn't have anyone to talk to, when she told me it all when we went for the very first time to Marin Headlands. It was an awful feeling and like her, I couldn't understand why people sometimes were like that. Maybe I was like that too and I wasn't noticing it, maybe I was also a selfish one who couldn't listen to people whenever they were feeling bad because I was so focused only on my own problems. I didn't want to be like that. I needed to calm down, maybe Karen was being like that only because she was scared and it was understandable.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be rude." I apologized feeling guilty and bad for my reaction. "Listen, Karen. I know she doesn't remember me but her father told me that her memory loss is temporary. And this W person wants to hurt her and I won't let it happen, because I care about her. She's my friend now, like it or not, Karen; so I'll be there for her whether she remembers me or not. And I'll do the same for all my friends, so I won't let that this W hurts you too, Karen."

"Well, guess what, Darren? W is gonna hurt me if you don't stop fooling around that girl. You have to make a choice, Darren. Either it's that geek girl you met this year or it's me, your friend since years. You can't have it all; life is about making choices and it's hard, but it's like that. Who are you going to choose?" Karen asked looking at me fixedly.

"I can't make any choice, Karen. Both of you are important to me. I'll stay for the two of you." I answered feeling anguished. I couldn't believe Karen was asking me to do that after I admitted that Freckles was my real friend.

"Seriously, Darren? Well, you're a good friend." Karen said sarcastically and I looked at her hurt. "You're choosing her instead me. Unbelievable!"

"I didn't say that. I said I'm gonna be there for the two of you, I'm not choosing anyone." I said frowning.

"You're in love with that geek girl, aren't you?" Karen asked coldly and almost archly. Why was she being like that? She was a nice person; I didn't know why she was acting like this.

"No, I'm not." I replied almost in a whisper, looking away.

"So why are you doing this, Darren? Why are you risking all you have for that girl? Why are you disappointing your friends for that girl? Why, Darren?" She asked in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Karen. I never wanted to disappoint you. And I'm risking all I have because this is what I'd do for any of the people I love." I said feeling sad for her mean words.

"Well, then I guess I'm not one of the people you love. The only thing I need is you to stop fooling around her because of this menace I received, but you won't do it. You won't do it because now you say that the geek girl is important to you. Yes, she's important to you and apparently I mean nothing to you. I really thought you were my friend, Darren." Karen said coldly.

"You're not getting this, Karen. You are also important to me and I'm your friend. I just can't choose between you and her, because you're human beings, you aren't objects."

"So, you're still gonna be with her, aren't you?" Karen asked and I nodded. "So it doesn't matter if this stupid W is going to hurt me because of that, because you're gonna be around her no matter what. You won't change your mind, will you?"

"No. I'm sorry." I said looking down and feeling sad.

"Good to know." Karen said bitterly. "You hurt me, Darren. We've been friends for years and now you're losing a friendship because of a girl who doesn't remember you and whose existence is miserable because she's only a damn geek who isn't worth it."

"Do not talk about her like that, Karen." I said now coldly and getting upset again. "And it's not my fault that you're so selfish that you don't care about how I'm feeling about this, because all you care is about that stupid prom! There are things more important than a prom, Karen! It's time for you to know that. It's not my fault that you're acting like a child, making me choose between you and her, knowing that you two are important to me. That's selfish, you know? And for the record, you hurt me too, Karen." I said exploding, saying out loud all I was feeling since a long time.

"Screw you, Darren. One day you'll realize that you've lost everything for a stupid girl and when you realize this, it'll be late. It's time for you to know that you're making a stupid decision. But whatever, I'm done with you." Karen said coldly and she didn't let me say anything because she turned on her heels and left.

I saw her walking away but I did nothing, because at that point I didn't know what to do; I just thought that the best would be to talk to her when she could be more relaxed and not this scared because of the note W sent her. Anyway, she also really hurt my feelings, she was thinking this was easy for me and truth was nothing was easy, but for now I was thinking this was the best I could do. I wouldn't let Freckles alone and I also didn't want to lose Karen's friendship; but what could I do? I wouldn't give up, that was for sure. I was going to help Karen and I had to be careful, just in case W attempted to hurt her because I wouldn't stop talking to Freckles; because even though Karen didn't want to talk to me now, she was still a friend to me. And there was a thing that left me thinking: Why was everybody thinking I was in love with Freckles? They could think something like that about me and Jen because we were together all the time and we had a very close friendship. But Freckles? Maybe it was rumored that I was in love with her, just as Freckles' health condition was rumored. Maybe it was another lie from W, who managed to spread it. Whatever, they could think whatever they wanted, I knew what my true feelings for Freckles were, and it was only love of friends. Summing up, I was feeling troubled, distressed and upset, really upset. I couldn't remember the last time I was so upset and moody. I wasn't in mood to talk to anybody and I wasn't in mood to deal with another trouble. I just wanted this shitty day to end.

"Hi, Darren. Skipping your class?" A sweet voice asked behind me.

I turned around to see Mandy smiling at me, but I didn't smile back. As I said, I wasn't in mood to talk to anybody, not even her. Actually, I particularly didn't want to talk to Mandy. I was still kinda upset about the way she acted with me the last two months, pretending not to know me at school. What was she thinking? Yes, she could be the hottest girl in school and I was lucky to have had the chance to meet her. Yes, I was a dork and awkward guy and I wasn't popular as she was. But I did have feelings and her behavior towards me was hurting me. I wasn't a toy boy. I didn't know what she was thinking she was, but she couldn't just play with me and use me whenever she wanted. Jen was right; she needed to respect me too.

"Yes." I answered moody, looking away.

"I think someone is having a bad day today. Maybe I could change your mood." Mandy smiled and she held my hand. I quickly moved my hand away.

"What are you doing?" I asked looking at her coldly and frowning.

"I'm only holding your hand. Why? I didn't know I wasn't allowed to hold your hand." Mandy said looking at me confused.

"Yeah, right!" I exclaimed bitterly. "How nice, you holding my hand when there's no one around! How nice, after I had to stand your stupid decision of pretending that you don't know me at all at school. Yeah, hold my hand now that no one is looking, I'll feel better for sure." I said completely sarcastically.

Yes, I knew I was being very rude and nasty, and I knew this wasn't me; I didn't like to be like this. But I couldn't avoid the fury I was feeling about everything. I didn't know what was happening to me, it was as though I had no filter, I was just saying all the things that popped in my mind without being careful of my words. I was exploding because I was sick of everything. I knew I was crossing the line.

"It's not like that, Darren." Mandy said with thick voice, looking at me with sad eyes.

"Do not tell me it's not like that because I'm not a fool!" I yelled upset. The last thing I needed was to be treated like an idiot.

"I don't think you're a fool. Can we talk about this?" Mandy requested sadly and maybe a bit shyly.

"Yes, we can talk. I'm tired of you, Mandy. I'm tired of you playing with my feelings, I'm tired of doing always what you want like a damn puppet, I'm tired of being treated like a toy, I'm tired of your lack of concern for what I feel. It's only you, you and you, same old story. And let me clarify you something, the fact that you happen to be the hottest girl in school doesn't mean at all that you can do whatever you want whenever you want. If you want that, find another guy with who you can play, but not me. I'm out of this shit and lie." I yelled very out of control.

"I'm sorry; I never wanted to make you feel like that." Mandy said weeping.

"Oh no, do not cry those fake tears. I don't believe it; you can fool somebody else with your crying but not me." I said coldly. Holy shit, I was acting like an asshole but I couldn't help it. Mandy didn't say anything; she only covered her face and kept crying. "What do you want from me? Why are you with me if you feel ashamed of me, eh?"

"I don't feel ashamed of you. I'm scared." She responded while still crying and covering her face.

"What are you afraid? Oh sure, you're afraid of what people might say if they see you with me. Yeah, how could a girl like you be with an idiot like me?" I said sarcastically.

"You don't understand. It was really hard for me to be where I am now. I don't want to suffer it over again; I don't want to be a lonely girl again." She said weeping and I looked at her disappointed and in disbelief.

"I see, for you is more important to be popular than keeping by your side someone who really cares about you. Then I'm not your type, you should look for a guy who cares more about being popular than giving you love; but do not look for me again because I don't give a shit about being popular, I have different values than yours." I said bitterly. "I would have given everything to you; I'd have done everything for you, Mandy; and you just lost it."

"I only want you." Mandy said finally looking at me with teary eyes.

"Stop lying." I said frowning and avoiding her gaze.

"I'm not lying, Darren." Mandy said, holding my hand again. This time I let her do that, she was calming me. "I'm scared, yes. But I want you; I need you to say you're going to help me not to be scared anymore. I need to know that you're going to be with me even if I'm not popular anymore, even if I turn into an un-pretty girl. I need you to make me feel sure that you won't walk away, that you won't use me only to get into my pants as Jim has done. That's what I'm afraid of. Sometimes it's hard for me to believe that someone can love me for who I am and not for how I look like."

Wow, man. It made me feel super bad. I treated her like crap and she didn't deserve it. I was an asshole; I couldn't believe I said all of those rude things. She was just afraid of being used only for sex as her stupid ex-boyfriend has done. How could I take back my rude words now? I pulled her into a tight hug, stroking her hair smoothly to reassure her, who was still crying.

"I'm sorry, Mandy, I was a real ass. I'm not trying to get into your pants; I want you because of the way you are when we're alone." I whispered in her ear while we were still hugging. Oh, she smelled so good. "I think we should stay away for a while, just until you decide what you really want."

"No, please, no." Mandy begged with choked voice, now breaking the hug to look at me. Yeah, it was hard for me because I wanted her so badly, but I couldn't keep being like this because it was hurting me.

"You know it's the best, for both of us." I said trying to avoid her gaze; otherwise she was going to convince me not to do it. "Don't make this harder for me. I just... I don't want to be with you for now, not like this, not while you're still unsure of being seen in public with me."

"But... Would we still see each other outside school?" Mandy asked looking at me desperate.

"No, Mandy. I'm sorry, but I won't do it. I'm not walking away from you, but I don't want to keep doing this because I don't want to screw this."

"Yes, you're walking away from me. Whatever, I imagined no one could be as perfect as you seemed to be. I was expecting to get from you a little support because you seemed to be a nice boy who really cared about me, but I was clearly wrong." Mandy said now coldly, frowning and stepping back. What the hell was that? Suddenly she changed her sweet way of talking. "Do whatever you want, Darren. I don't need you."

"What? Mandy, wait, you didn't get this." I said bewildered, frowning.

"Yes, I got this; I'm not a stupid girl as you think. You made it clear, now stay away from me, okay?" She said looking at me with anger, and she turned around to leave and I couldn't even stop her because she was fast.

"Mandy, wait, please!" I yelled behind her, but she ignored me until she disappeared. "Fuck!" I yelled in annoyance once I was alone, punching one of the lockers near me.

This day wasn't going well at all. It was impossible, how could all of that have happened just in a couple of hours? Things got worse when I saw Freckles walking out of her English classroom with Brian, both very close to each other and laughing as if they were old friends. Not only that, but when she noticed I was looking at her, she looked away and ignored me, now linking her arm with Brian's. Why was she doing that? Why couldn't she realize that she was with her enemy? Why couldn't she trust me but she trusted Brian? What was I doing wrong? And then I did something I've never done before. I went to the men's restroom and I locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls. And I cried like a little boy. I cried all the anguish I was feeling, all the anger and frustration I was feeling, I cried my lack of hopes. I didn't want anyone to see me this weak, I didn't want to prove that W was indeed winning me. After a while, I tried to calm down to go to the school entrance where I told Freckles to meet. I was going to wait for her, even if I knew she wouldn't go, but I needed to be there. Then my phone buzzed.

"This is a very good day. How does it feel to have lost a friend, a girlfriend and a geek girl only in a matter of hours? This is only the beginning, Criss. I won't stop until you get to be completely alone and miserable. Enjoy this life as long as you can. -W-"

You went to your English class as soon as possible. You sat at the back of the classroom to think about the way the curly haired boy looked at you when you accepted Brian's invitation. Yes, he was maybe hurt or disappointed because you were going to have lunch with Brian instead him, and you had to admit that there you acted like a bitch. There was no need to accept it while the boy was in front of you; but you needed to do it to make clear that you wouldn't hang out with him because your father didn't think it was a good idea. So, it didn't matter how tentative his invitation was, you couldn't do it; despite the fact that you still wanted to know why you were friends with him before. Anyway, his look was far of being disappointed, it was more like a terrified look and for that you were still thinking about him. Why would he look at you that way?

"It seems that we share this class too." A voice said next to you, interrupting your thoughts. It was Brian.

"That's good." You said smiling politely.

"You seem to be concentrated on something. May I ask what were you thinking?" Brian asked, grinning friendly.

"I was just... thinking about the essay we have to write about Edgar Allan Poe." You lied, looking for your non finished essay.

"I could help you with that if you want. I finished mine days ago, I happen to love Edgar Allan Poe; his tales of mystery are awesome, particularly The Murders in the Rue Morgue." Brian said looking at your poor essay. Not that you were lazy, but you just didn't have the time to finish it.

"Oh, no. I don't wanna bug you with this." You replied shyly. You were used to be one of the best in class, and it was kind of weird that someone was offering you help with school stuff.

"Oh, come on. You're not bugging; I'd love to help you." Brian said smiling nicely. "Do it for me, let me feel as smart as you are, even if I'd never be as smart as you are."

"Is that a sneer?" You asked looking at him suspiciously, frowning. It wouldn't be odd if this was a sneer, after all everybody was used to make fun of you.

"No, that was a compliment." Brian said winking and smiling seductively. Now that was eerie. "Would you let me help you, then?"

"Yes, why not?" You responded, shrugging and grinning.

"Great! What do you think if you come over my place so I can give you a hand?" Brian asked expectant.

"I don't think it's a good idea. We just met." You answered, now looking away. Of course you wouldn't go to a stranger's house, no matter for what reason.

"That's alright, I understand." Brian said apologetically. "We could go to the library after school, after my football practice. Is that better?"

"Yes, that's better. But you don't have to, really." You said looking down, still amazed because he was trying to help you.

"I know, but I want to. The only thing is that you'd have to wait until I finish my football practice; and of course until I take a shower, you wouldn't want to be with a smelly guy after playing football." Brian joked and you giggled softly.

"It could be hot, but right now, I wouldn't like it." You said still giggling. "But it's okay. Anyway, I have drama class after school. I'm not quite sure why I'm there, but I'm there."

"Drama class? I didn't know you would be the next Hollywood actress." Brian commented, smiling amused, but not mockingly. "So that's fair enough. I'll look for you after I finish my football practice and if I'm lucky, I'd get to see you performing something."

"It's not gonna happen. I'd tell the teacher I won't go to that class any longer. I never liked drama classes too much. Maybe I was dumb when I joined it." You said shrugging.

That was right. When you noticed you were in drama class, you couldn't believe it. You were never interested in taking those classes and that just wasn't your thing. You've never performed before, so you were just going to that class to tell the teacher you wouldn't keep taking the drama class. Brian and you kept talking during the class until it was finished. He and you walked out of the classroom together. When you were near the door, Brian walked closer to you.

"So, if you give up your drama class, you could always come to see me playing football. You'd make a good cheerleader for me." Brian joked seductively and you looked at him amused and amazed.

"Oh, I see what you did there. You want your coach to confuse me with you so I can replace you when you're tired. You cheater." You answered in a joke.

"How would that be possible? Are you trying to say I'm a tiny guy who likes to wear make-up and skirts?" Brian joked, looking at you amused and really close.

Why was he so close to you? Anyway, you couldn't help laughing out loud. And when this happened, you noticed that Darren was standing there, looking at you with a sad look. Why was he there and why was he looking at you like that? You just decided to ignore him and keep walking. You wanted to avoid any kind of eye contact with him because in your Spanish class you noticed he had big beautiful hazel eyes, which would make you get lost into his eyes.

"It's lunch time. You're coming with me, right?" Brian asked looking at you intensely with his green eyes.

"Yes, sure. Just wait for me there, I need to go to the bathroom first." You answered, smiling faintly.

"You, girls!" Brian exclaimed amused. "Well then, I'll make sure to choose a good place for us. See you soon."

"See you soon." You smiled.

You saw how Brian walked to the cafeteria while you started walking to the bathroom. However, you didn't enter the bathroom because something stopped you. Your phone buzzed and again, it was this W person. Who was this W and why was this person sending you those kinds of texts?

"Who would imagine that a nerd bitch like you would have the chance to choose between two boys? I'm amazed, really. Are you ready to decide which heart would you break now with your decision? Do it, bitch; go and destroy somebody's heart, make one of them feel miserable. You, little slut. -W-"

You couldn't do it. You didn't want to make them feel bad. Yes, you were going to have lunch with Brian because you couldn't do it with Darren; but you neither wanted to hurt this Darren boy. You weren't one of those people who enjoyed seeing people sad. But what could you do? You couldn't have lunch with them both, because they didn't seem to like each other. Then you came up with an idea. You walked to the school entrance to find Darren. When you got there, you saw him sitting outside, looking at nowhere in particular. He seemed to be down, very different from how sassy and cocky he seemed to be in Spanish class. Quietly, you walked towards him and you sat next to him. When you did so, he looked up at you and his sad eyes suddenly brightened. Wow, his eyes were like magical.

"I really thought you wouldn't come." He said with a soft smile.

"Well, yeah, I'm here." You answered nervously. You actually weren't sure why you were there.

"I knew you couldn't refuse the lasagna. But well, after the Spanish class and Brian... you know... and after you walked and ignored me... yeah... I wasn't so sure and... I'm glad you came, Freckles." Darren rambled nervously and then he looked at you with bright eyes.

Was it because he wanted to cry? Wow, you felt really bad now. No, why would he want to cry? What was wrong with this boy? You couldn't leave him there like that; he really seemed to be glad because you went there. You couldn't understand why it felt as if he was really down and only you could make him feel better, as if you were important to him for some reason. But it was nonsense; you were making things up in your mind only because you were feeling guilty. But you needed to keep in mind that your father was more important than anyone else.

"Yes..." You whispered looking down because you were feeling like a really bad person.

"So, lasagna is waiting for us. Let's go." He said kindly, standing up.

You remained there, sitting and looking down, so then he took your hand. You looked up at him astonished and disturbed and you quickly moved your hand away. Of course you made him feel nervous, but you were also nervous because you felt something very, but very odd. A flashback. You were in a place you haven't been before; it was a dark and starry night. That place was simply wonderful and you were with someone, a boy. You were sad and you were telling one of your deepest secrets to this someone. But then you felt something really nice, something you haven't felt in years; it was a kind feeling: this someone took your hand and he didn't have to say anything, just with that nice gesture he made you feel as if you weren't alone anymore. However, you couldn't see who this boy was. Why would you remember that now? That scene almost didn't have any sense. Now besides feeling odd, you were feeling bad, really bad; as if you were sick. You stood up by yourself and looked away, feeling edgy.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this." You said slurred and feeling really bad. You felt as if you wanted to throw up. Why? Why was this happening to you?

"Hey, wait." Darren said placing a hand on your shoulder, but you couldn't move it away because now you were also feeling dizzy. "Freckles, are you alright? You look pale."

"I'm fine." You lied and you did your best to pretend you were fine. "Just leave, I can't do this. Leave."

"No. Let me take you with the nurse." Darren said worried taking you softly by the arm and you managed to look furiously at him.

"I said leave; I don't need your help!" You yelled and that was the moment when you felt as if your body turned into jelly. "Oh..."

"Whoa, whoa!" Darren exclaimed concerned when you almost fainted, holding you not to fall on the floor. You saw how he looked for something in his pocket while he was still holding you. "Here, you need to eat sugar. Surely your level of blood sugar has lowered." He said sweetly, handing you a candy and you looked at him suspiciously. "Come on, eat it. You'll feel better."

Flashback. You were in the hallway of this school, leaning against a locker, on the floor. You've just been hit by someone, you didn't know who. Your nose was bleeding, it was broken. A blurry guy walked towards you and handed you a cotton ball. You were nervous and you were feeling happy at the same time for being with this nice but blurry guy, in spite of your broken nose. Why were you remembering those incoherent events? And being with this Darren guy was increasing those flashbacks. Why? Those flashbacks were only making you feel sick, dizzy and confused. You needed to be away from this guy, he was making you feel terrible.

"No, I don't want it. I'm fine." You said abruptly getting away from him.

You shouldn't have done that abrupt movement because now you felt weak again and the boy had to hold you again not to fall, and this time you had to wrap an arm around him to maintain your balance. And that was the moment when your eyes met his and it was a weird feeling, as if you've seen those amazing eyes before. Over again, a flashback. You were lying in a cozy bed but that wasn't your bed. You smelled a very nice scent and you were looking those same hazel eyes. You caught those eyes, which were looking at you off guard. Your eyes and those same hazel eyes were so close and so were your mouths. Then the same hazel eyes looked away nervously and disappeared. This wasn't possible, those were exactly the same eyes; you were in that bed and you knew it was this Darren guy the one who was looking at you, who was very close to you. But why? What have happened that time? Why were you so close to him? You didn't know this Darren guy, but why were all your flashbacks about him?

"You'll eat this candy, Freckles." Darren said kindly but also bossy, opening the envelope of the candy and still holding you.

"Who are you?" You asked looking at him disturbed. You needed to get any kind of answer; you needed to know why he was all the time in your mind.

"What?" Darren asked looking at you concerned. "Oh no, I'll take you with the nurse."

"No! I don't want to go to the fucking nursing!" You yelled angry and desperate as Darren looked at you with eyes wide open in surprise. "I want to know who you are!"

"I'm Darren." He answered gingerly, looking at you confused.

"Goddammit! I know that your stupid name is Darren! I want to know who you are and why you're messing with me!" You yelled again, now moving away from him.

"I'm not trying to mess with you. Calm down, please, you aren't feeling good and this could be bad for you." The boy responded troubled, perhaps not sure of what he could do.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine? And do not decide what could be good or bad for me, because you have no idea!" You shouted rabidly again.

"Freckles..."

"Do not call me Freckles, you creep!" You yelled in a rage, barely controlling your words. Then you saw it, you saw that look that you knew pretty well because it was the same look you had whenever someone was telling you something really hurtful.

"I only want to help you." He whispered with choked voice and a pair of big, distressed hazel eyes.

"Do you want to help me? Then stay the fuck away from me! I don't want you around me because you make me sick!" You shouted coldly.

"You... you really need to eat this candy..." The boy said with choked voice, handing you the candy again and it irritated you.

"I don't want your stupid candy, I don't want to have lunch with you, I don't even want to talk to you. I only came here because I feel pity for you!" You yelled nastily, as if you were being another person very different from what you really were. "I don't want to be related to you because you're only a creep and a weirdo! I want you to stop messing with me because I can't stand it, because you annoy me! I don't want to be near you because I'm ashamed of you. I want you away from me because you're the one who's making me feel sick, because I was fine before I met you. You make me feel as if I was about to throw up. You're nobody to me but a bothersome and pathetic guy!"

That was the last thing you said nastily before turning around to leave him there. Before you walked away from him, you saw how a tear streamed down his face while he was looking at you sorrowful, still with the candy for you on his hand. When you saw him like that, you felt a pressure in your chest, as though you knew this wasn't the right thing to do. It pierced your heart when you saw him breaking down. Nonetheless, you walked away from him. You couldn't be around him because he was the reason why you started feeling bad; your incoherent flashbacks with him were the reason why you were feeling sick. A part of you wanted to come back with him and apologize for your hideous demeanor; but the other part of you wanted to be away from him. Point was... Which one of your parts was the right one? You couldn't tell. For now, you thought this was the best, even if you acted as a terrible person, even if you acted as though you were another person, even if you hurt him the same way people hurt you in your past. And that, that wasn't good. To make things worse, your phone buzzed.

"Congratulations. You've officially broken a guy's heart. Congratulations. You've destroyed a guy's soul and now the scar would always remain within him. Now let me welcome you to the world where heartless bitches live. -W-"