Bad Days Get Worse
Paul's POV
She kept her head down while I helped her up. I could tell she knew it was me who helped her up because she turned a dark shade of pink and became rigid stiff. It amazed me how she could change colors so fast as if she were frightened of my presence. She wasn't scared of me was she? Hopefully not. I spent so much time working up the courage to ask her out that I didn't take the time consider the possibility that she might be afraid of me. Or what if she just doesn't like me? I don't think my heart could take that.
I must have been too caught up in my thoughts surrounding her that I didn't notice she looked up at me. She had tears running down her face and her cheeks were stained. In that instant I wanted nothing more to reach out and protect her from anything that could possibly cause her harm. I felt the sudden urge to wipe those tears from her eyes and make sure no hurt ever came to her again. I don't know if it was the imprint in me reacting to her pain or seeing a girl cry right before me but I felt responsible for those tears. If I hadn't been so focused on watching her walk than I could have been there when she fell. I could have been there to catch her. God, I'm such an idiot how could I not see this coming. It's been less than a week and I can't even protect her. I'm the world's dumbest imprinter ever.
Star's POV
I knew something extremely bad was gonna happen to me today. Like I had this feeling in my gut that told me not to go to school. I tried to pretend to be sick but my mom didn't but it for a second seeing as how it didn't work yesterday when I tried it either. I thought that when I tripped in the hallway that my moment of embarrassment would be over and I could just go on with my pitiful life, but boy, I was wrong. My humiliation didn't even begin until I looked in the eyes of him. I don't know what it is about his eyes but every time I look at him it feels like he can see right through me, not the quiet insecure girl that everybody knows me for, but somebody else, somebody even I didn't know. I can only describe it as taken an x-ray. It's only a machine and yet it can see right through you. But when I looked at him I couldn't help but let the tears loose. And why did we have to keep meeting like this. Must I get hurt every time we try to confront each other?
I knew that I just looked like a pathetic girl in his eyes and that he probably couldn't help but feel sorry for me. Pain worse than when I had fell overcame me and I couldn't help but burst out crying. Paul was sure to think of me as a psycho insecure girl now. I mean who cries just because somebody pushes them. I was flooded with rejection and he didn't even say a word to me. I did the only thing I could possibly do at a time like this….. run like crazy.
Paul's POV
I called her name as she ran, begging her to come back. I quickly followed her only to have concluded that she went to the girl's bathroom. I honestly didn't care about going into the girl's bathroom. My imprint was in pain and I would heal her no matter what the consequences were. Just as I was about to open the bathroom door, I thought about how she would react to seeing me there. I was pretty sure she was scared of me and I didn't know if she would get over it. She obviously chose to go to the girl's bathroom because she didn't except me to follow her. But she was wrong about that. I chose to respect her silent wishes and wait for her to come out. That didn't mean that I was gonna wait silently though.
I yelled her name at the top of my lungs and hoped that none of the teachers came out of the classroom to see what that loud disturbance was. After about ten minutes of constant begging she finally came out the bathroom. She looked a lot different from earlier but it was clear that she had been crying. Not knowing what else to do I took my right hand and wiped away some of the leftover tears that were making their way down her beautiful face. She froze like I expected her to, but she didn't push me away. Instead she brought her face to my chest and stated hugging me. Now it was my turn to freeze. It wasn't that I didn't want to it but I was shocked that she actually wanted to. I quickly recovered and bough my arms around he waist before she thought that I was uncomfortable with the sudden movement. She started crying again and this time it felt a little better because I was here with her. I rubbed her on the back and eventually she fell asleep.