I had finished this chapter, but my brother deleted it. Thanks bro! Well here is the fifth chapter of High School, Bullies, Nightmare! I'm on an updating roll!

Disclaimer: Seriously, if I owned the 39 clues Hamead would be official!

Well on with the story!

Chapter 5

I loved how sitting by the river made all other things melt away, bullies, school, and broken wrists. Here leaning against Hamilton, under the starry sky, with the candle light casting a light glow on the river, everything was perfect. Then a thought invaded my mind. The text. I was supposed to leave him alone, and I had just kissed him. I'm doing great with that.

"Hamilton, I have something I need to tell you." I couldn't hide it from him.

He seemed to feel my body tense. "What's wrong?"

"Hamilton, I got a text threatening me that if I didn't leave you alone they're going to put the picture of you going into the girls bathroom on the lockers at school, all of them." I stood up and started to walk away. "I don't want them to mess with you, so I'll just leave and we'll pretend that this didn't happen."

Hamilton grabbed my arm and got up. "Sinead, I don't care what they threaten to do." He brushed a stray piece of hair out of my eyes. "All I really want is to be with you."

I smile. "Poetic, but is it true?" Then he leans in for another kiss and I mirror his actions. This time the kiss lasts longer and sends so many butterflies into my stomach that I think it might explode. When we finally break apart, I look into his eyes and he looks into mine. It's one of those moments that you see on chick flick movie posters. We just stand there kind of awkwardly until Hamilton starts to look at my left shoulder questioningly.

"What happened to your shoulder?" He touches it gingering and I try not to wince. The makeup I had caked on had started to rub off. Great.

"Nothing, I just tripped." I try to hide some of it by putting my hand on my shoulder but it's hopeless, he's already seen it.

"Can I see it?" He asks as he lifts my hand off and runs his fingers over it. Then he eyes widen a little and tries to gently rub the makeup off of it. "What happened? This thing is huge!"

"I told you, I just fell." Then he touches it a little too roughly and I wince.

"Sinead, unless you fell off a three story building, you didn't fall. Who did it this time?"

For some reason this irritated me. "Why does it always have to be who did it? Why can't I have just fell? Why do you always think I'm some damsel in distress that needs rescuing from the amazing Hamilton Holt?" My face starts to turn red.

"I never said you were a damsel in distress. I just wanted to know who did it."

"Again with the who did it! Hamilton, I'm seventeen, I can take care of myself!"

"Sinead, I just wanted to help…"

"I wouldn't need your help if you didn't blow me up!" The tears are just rolling down my face now. "If you didn't blow me up, I wouldn't have any of these scars!" I rub my hand across my chest until the scars are fully visible and then do the same to my arms. "If you hadn't been such a dolt I wouldn't even have to go to school or worry about my brothers or have to put make up on to cover up what you did to me!" Hamilton is just staring at me now and trying to think of something to say.

"Sinead, you know I'm sorry about what I did to you."

"Yeah, well, sorry doesn't erase my scars. Or fix Ned and Ted."

"Sinead…"

"Just stop! I don't even know why I ever thought…" I trail off as I see a group of guys heading our way.

"Sinead, get down!" Hamilton pulls me behind a tree. After the group passes, I just bolt for my house,

"Sinead!" Hamilton calls after me.

"Just leave me alone." I scream at him. Then I break into a run and the tears now flow so heavily that it blurs my vision. Once I reach my front door I fumble with the knob until it turns and throw my purse onto the couch. I run into my bedroom and slam the door shut so hard that it rattles the door frame. Then I just collapse on my bed and cry. I cry so hard that I start to cough and gasp. Why did I have to be such a jerk! He was the only friend I had and ever will have. Without him I would probably be on suicide watch. And of course being me, I yell and scream at him for trying to be a good friend. After my sobbing goes down a bit, I slip out of my clothes and into my pajamas. I crawl under the covers and cry until I just can't cry any more. I fall asleep and sleep almost dreamlessly. Almost.

In the dream I saw what I had said to Hamilton through his eyes, and I was horrified. I sounded like such a jerk that I wanted to punch myself. I woke up with sweat dripping down my forehead and with fresh tears at the brim of my eyes. I already miss Hamilton.

What have I done?

Well, that took an unexpected twist didn't it? I hope you liked it; I should have the next chapter up soon.

Thanks for reading!

Starlinglover