I pull away.

"I'm sorry, Brianna." He says.

"Wow I thought I would have to apologize." I say.

"Nah. I know girls bodies do things without girls permission. Especially when a sexy guy like me makes the first move." He jokes.

I laugh.

"I'm just so used to getting what I want, that I couldn't stop myself." He smiles.

It might have made some girls sad to hear that it wasn't a romantic kiss that made them get married, but I was grateful.

I was grateful because he's Marcus.

I don't date bad boys.

Plus, I don't trust myself because I don't have enough love in my heart to give. I don't even want to live. So if I had a person to love me, I would feel remorse when and if I take my life. Plus, I can't love someone who doesn't know a thing about me.

And I don't love Bad Boy Marcus.

Yeah I care about him, but it's not love.

It will never be love.

"But yeah we can go to that party." He says.

"Alright. Let's go." I say, standing up and shaking out his blanket.

He does the same and we get in the car and head to the frat house.

AFTER THE PARTY

We didn't drink at the party. We went and it was boring, so we left 10 minutes after we got there.

Then, he drove me home.

Now I'm laying in bed, bored.

This day started off so bad, and yet the school bad boy made my day better.

Oh yeah, not to mention, I kissed him.

Why am I so stupid?

THE NEXT MORNING

Friday, March 1st

I wake up, and rush into the bathroom to take my knock-off medication I bought.

"Brianna!" I hear my father call.

He's usually not here in the morning.

I run downstairs in my shorts and tank top.

He shakes his head in disapproval.

"Your medications came early." He says.

I go over to the table and grab them.

"When you come home you need to go straight to your room." He says.

"Why?" I ask.

"I'm having friends over."

I go back upstairs and get ready.

AT SCHOOL

I enter the building and walk up to my locker. Marcus comes up to me.

"Are you gonna be angry all day like yesterday?" He asks.

"No, I am not in that type of-"

I am interrupted by the loud speaker coming on.

"Brianna and Marcus, come see Mrs. Holt in the office.

We look at each other before walking to the office.

"Hi. Both of you were just in here yesterday. It's not shocking for you, Marcus. But Brianna, What has gotten into you? I'm trying to understand because of your situation but you were just in here."

"I don't even know what I did." I defend.

"We got several reports that you two were seen smoking pot on campus."

"What?" Me and Marcus exclaim at the same time.

"We have no proof but we will be giving you a warning. If we get another report, you're both suspended."

I walk out with no other words and Marcus does the same.

"Who the hell-What- several people?" I ask.

"Right. I don't know what people's problem is."

We walk to class in silence. When we enter, everyone stares at us. I catch the eyes of a blue eyed girl and she gives me a weird smile.

Marcus sits beside me.

"Aye, I will figure out what's so secretive about you!" Marcus Says.

"What do you mean?"

"Mrs. Holt keeps bringing up some 'circumstance' or whatever."

"There's no secret about me." I lie, rolling my eyes.

He smirks and looks away from me.

THE NEXT WEEK

March 2nd, Monday

Friday night sucked. I got no sleep because my dad and his friend got drunk and invited girls over. When will he realize that he isn't twenty one years old?

Marcus hasn't talked to me all weekend and I haven't talked to him either.

AT SCHOOL

(trigger warning)

I enter and I am immediately slammed up against my locker by the blue eyed girl who smirked at me on Friday.

"Stay the hell away from Marcus!"

My heart is beating too fast for me to respond.

"Do you talk?" She asks, slamming my head against the locker.

"Answer me, you gothic bitch!" She screams.

I jerk away and run to the bathroom. I run into a stall, lift up my sleeves, and pull out my box cutter. I make 4 cuts on my left arm, and then put it up.

I hate my life.

I enter my second period class and see Marcus. I take it upon myself to sit beside him, but he moves.

What the hell?

After class is over, I walk up to him in the hallway.

"What's up with you?" I ask, shoving his arm playfully.

"Don't touch me you psycho!!" He yells, shoving me off.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, raising my voice.

"Where do I start? You're addicted to blood, have a bunch of diseases, and you cut yourself? Are you an idiot? It's probably for attention! If you're so emotionally scarred, then why don't you just kill yourself?" He asks.

Hurt fills my body. But anger beats it.

"First of all, asshole, they're not diseases, they're mental illnesses, secondly, I thought you were my friend." I snap.

"Well you thought wrong." He says, in a quieter voice.

Tears reach my eyes.

"I just wanted to get in your pants." He says, glaring at me evilly.

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