Author note: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING
Btw, sooo... bear with me on the grammar in this chapter, i wrote it on my ipod in art class : )
I woke up the next morning, tired and frustrated. I couldn't stop thinking about Phil, I wish he would stop trying to
quote on quote punk me, atleast thats what I think he was doing.
I looked at the scars on my left arm, it was deep last night, I knew the scar would last, but it would be a way to remind me how
ugly I am.
I grabbed my athletic tape and taped up my wrists, so nobody could see, especially on tv.
I got changed into some jeans and my Skrillex T-shirt, and a hoodie and was off to meet kelly for breakfast.
"Aren;t you going to order anything?" She asked me as he pancakes were put infront of her.
"No that's okay my coffee will do," I sipped it, there wasn't enough sugar, but I knew if i put anymore, it would be too much.
"Suit yourself," She said.
"Hey girl's," Said none other then Phil himself as Kelly was finishing her pancakes.
"You stalking us now?" Kelly said jokingly.
"Nope, this is my hotel, I'm room 230," He told us.
"Oh cool Mira is 231, and I am 340," Kelly stated.
" so we are neighboors hunh?" he winked at me , actually winked at me, i didnt know what to think, was this another joke?
" please excuse me" kelly said leaving the table.
Phil sat down, i figured i had to confront him , as much as i didnt want to i didnt wanna b made fun of , even though it happens daily without my knowing.
" look i dont know why you are being so nice to me but if its because you are trying to play a joke on me i dont find it very funny and i guess what im saying is we can work together but if you are talking to me as a joke-" he cut me off.
" Why would i do something like that?" he asked me touchin my hand i pulled back.
" thats what anybody else would-" i was cut off yet again.
" ready to go?" Kelly came back.
" yes," i chocked out, i felt the tears stinging in my eyes, i left before he could see one fall basically running out to the car.
I found myself bawling, and the worst part was i actually thought i liked him! I mean i had only talked to him twoce and i always see him around but something attracted me to him and now... I went for my razor but Kelly came in the car.
" what happened on there? " she asked me.
" nothing lets just go," i tarted driving.
" he likes you," kelly told me.
" Im not going over this again," i said as we arrived to a home show.
I got dressed and threw my johging pants over my wrestling gear and since it was warm out i left my top gear go wihout eing covered.
I walked doen the hallway when i passed phils locker room just as he was comming out. Great just what i wanted NOT.
" can i talk to you?" he asked me when he opened the door and saw me there.
I walked into his lockerroom looking around.
I sat down on the couch and he sat beside me.
"look i just want you to know that I am not using you as a prank I am not trying to poke fun at you I genuinley want to be around you," he told me he touched my hand slightly.
"I am sorry i said those things," i said whispering.
" You had said that anybody else would, why do u think that? " he asked me.
" i need to go," i told him getting up to leave.
"Wait!" he grabbed my wrist and i realized my wrist tape was falling down and one of my scars was revealed.
"What is that?" he asked, He started un wrapping my wrist, tears falling down my face.
"Dont," i said as he finished unwrapping my athletic tape from my wrist. He gungerely touched my scars, " what is this?" he asked me continuously putting his fingers over my scars.
I tried to pull away, he wrapped his hand around my wrist, i winced because it still hurt.
"Mira..." he looked at me, i was crying now, I was embarassed.
"I-I need to g-go!" I said I went for his door, he got up and stood infront of me.
"Let me go!" I demanded, the first time, I ever, ever asserted myself infont of somebody, and it didn't work.
'Why, why would you do this?" He asked me.
'It, It was just an accident, I fell, its only on one arm, I tripped," I told him, tears still flowing.
He looked down on me like he knew I was lying.
He took my other wrist and un wrapped it revealing the worse scars.
"I need to go Phil!" I went for the door again.
"You aren't leaving until you tell me what's going on, why and how did this happen?" He asked me.
"I-I," i collapsed into his arms, I never felt like this around anybody, comfortable to just let them touch me.
He held me tight, "Shh, we can figure this out," He pulled me onto the couch.
'I'm a terrible person!" I whispered.
"No you aren't," He told me.
"I am so insecure, everybody hates me, I am so... fat!" I said.
He pulled me back, he looked me in the eye.
"You are not fat, you are beautiful," He held my face.
"I don't beleive you," I said , he still held my face in his hands.
He mooved closer and kissed me.