Chapter one.
I don't know why, but this time it was different. Typically I would brush off such a comment, faking a smile and return it with a snarky remark as is my way to dodge anything of this fashion. This time, though, the tone of the voice, the gestures, are both more harsh and serious then previous occasions. They don't hesitate, nor do they show any form of mercy for my feelings, which makes me question even deeper how much they cared about me.
The speaker crosses their arms, waiting impatiently for a reaction. Not knowing what to do in this situation I turn to good ol' humor and with a goofy smile I answer, though being careful to choose my words correctly, "What do you get for a prize?"
They raise a perfectly arched eyebrow at me, "Prize? What are you talking about?"
I don't want to be here. I feel my knees getting weak, my arms have goose bumps. I try to focus on this situation and keep my composure, but I can feel myself start to react to bad news the only way it knows how. Panic.
"You know, its only been 12 hours since the last time. Someone must be handing out prizes for fastest breakup time or something." I quickly blurt out.
"It's done, Stiliski."
They walk away after that, leaving me alone in my thoughts. You know, the ones that want to suffocate me. I know you may be wondering, 'who would even go out with you in the first place?' it's weird, I know. I'm not the most attractive guy, and I'm not popular or have any special skills worth mentioning but Sarah and I clicked. We met during Scott's birthday party at his house. He invited pretty much half the school, most shown up because everyone loves Scott. We were sitting beside each other when she mentioned that she loved the song that was playing, which got us into conversation while the song we both loved played in the background. Turns out we both loved Muse, playing video games and have the same views on most things. Bad side is that when we actually decided to go out, we did not mold the way we thought we would. We butted heads a lot, there was so much bickering, which ultimately caused our final break up.
My legs give out on me as my breathing starts to pick up. All the friends I made in the past few months were through her. Would she make them turn on me the way she finally did? I assume so, knowing Sarah.
That means I will have no one. No friends.
Except Scott. Yeah, Scott, I'll always have him. This singular hope doesn't help my panic, nothing does when a wet tear slips down my cheek and I give in to the pull.
I don't handle rejection well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf in any way, shape or form.
AN: So this is my first shot at a fanfiction. BARE WITH ME, I pretty much have no idea what I'm suppose to do, really. Hope all goes well. c:~~~ Shy