Dark Love Part 22

Dark Love Part 221

I whipped my dried tears off of my cheeks, tossing onto my left hip; where Ben stabbed me. It didn’t hurt; I was looking at my window; the same window that sat across T.J.’s window. I glanced at the clock, 3:57. School was let out at 3:20 and the weekend now beings. I tossed my body onto my right, so I wasn’t looking at the window to where my “boyfriend” was, the same one that brought me in when I was alone, the one who rescued me and the one who cheated on me. I started whining to myself, breathing heavily. A knock came from my door.2

“Amber, can I come in?” I heard Ashley speak. I sat up on the bed, I sighed.3

“Yeah, come on in, know body else can come in though,” I yelled, I heard my mom’s heels walk down the stairs and then Ash walked in. 4

“Amber, what happened today?”5

“I rather not say…” I told glaring at her for know reason. She sat on my bed, pushing a strain of hair out of my face. I shook her hand away. 6

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but remember I’m always here if you want to talk about it” After she spoke, there came an awkward silence, I continued to glare at her, I wanted her to leave my room, I wanted to be by myself and that was that. She stood up and walked over to my window, opening the curtains. The bright light attacked my eyes; she then walked out of the room. She is making me so made, well; I think everything is making me mad. I walked up to the window, I stopped in my tracks. T.J. was standing by his window with his right hand against the window’s glass. I glared at him, shutting the curtains. I fell to my knees crying.7

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” I yelled at the top of my lungs, hoping that T.J. would hear me.8

“Amber!” I heard him yell to me from across the houses. I opened my window, glaring at him. It was tough glaring at him, to think I fell under the spell of his eyes, his smile and his wonderful chuckle. He smiled but frowned at the same time when I opened the window.9

“I NEVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN!” I yelled to him, grinning my teeth.10

“But-”11

“NO!” I yelled, running away from the window and out of my room into the family bathroom.12

---Later that Night---13

I walk into my room, whipping my dry tears off my face again. I walk pass the window, the curtains were blowing in the breeze. Something flew through the air, landing in front of my feet; a paper airplane. It was made with light purple paper. Cute, but that won’t help. I picked the airplane up, unfolding it, a note made with red pen.14

‘Amber, please, we need to talk…please…I have to tell you something…’15

I walked to the window, crumbling the paper into a ball. He was standing there, looking across at me.16

“We don’t need to talk, and I already know what you’re going to tell me” I yelled to him. “But, I’m going to be the one to say it first, we are done, you and me are over and I am never going to talk to you again or listen to what your saying” I threw the paper ball at his window, hitting his chest, it bounced off and fell to the ground feet under us. I crossed me hands, walking away. I heard him yell after me when I walked out of the room. I grabbed my ipod, looking through the songs, looking for the right song to listen to. I pressed on the right title of the song I was looking for.17

Matchbook Romance- “My Eyes Burn”18

I can’t cry any more, all of my tears are gone. I wasted the entire last of my tears on him.19

-----1 week later-----20

I’m going crazy; I want to talk to him, I want hear his voice, I want to feel his touch and the sparks, I want to see his smile, hear his chuckle, I want to hold his hand, I want to lay next to him, I want him. But he broke my heart, ever since I told him we were over, he hasn’t talked to me, I though he would at least try to fight for me. But I guess I was wrong. I’ve been sitting off by myself, Nicole wants to sit with Garrett and Garrett wants to sit with T.J., Alex won’t sit with me at all, I don’t know why she just won’t. So I’m off by myself…once again…21

It was another Friday, everyone rushed out the front doors, I wait for everyone to leave and stay after school for art. I walk into Mr. Kay’s room, frowning. I was alone in the world. I had nobody to turn to, nobody to talk to, and mostly nobody to love… Mr. Kay walks into the room with a stack of clay bowls. He greets me with a smile.22

“Hello there Woody, how are you today?”23

“I’m fine,” I lied. “What about you?”24

“Peachy” He smiled. “So you here to finish your project, I haven’t seen you here working on it in a week?” 25

“Yeah, sort of, and I’ve just been really busy” I gave him a fake smile. He nodded and turned away from me, continuing on his own work. I turn to my isle and uncovered the blanket that lay atop it. I was staring at T.J. and his wonderful smile. I ear slide down my cheek. It looked just like him; it was like looking at the same person. I didn’t feel like painting, I continued to stare at the portrait of T.J. that I painted for him.26

“Nice picture” Someone told me, I turned my body, facing Jessica. “To bad you dumped his as* …”27

“There’s nothing you can do to hurt me then all the pain I’m going through” I told turning away from her.28

“To bad, he is a good kisser, well when we went out in the 6th grade,” she smirked.29

“What!” I yelled. She walked to the side of me, looking at the picture.30

“Yep, we went out in the 6th grade, then I caught him kissing another girl, then she caught him with another and so on and so forth”31

“You’re lying…”32

“Well, then what happened between you and T.J.?”33

Silence.34

“Well, since you guys are over, you won’t mind me doing this” She grabbed a paint brush dipped in red paint, she smoldered it on the painting that took me months to make.35

“No!” I yelled; she placed the paint brush in the cup.36

“There it looks better don’t you thi-” She started but didn’t get to finish because I punched her in the face. She fell to the ground hitting the legs of the table, holding onto her bruised cheek. I grabbed my book bag, swinging it over my shoulder, walking out of the room cutting someone off in the hallway. Tears were streaming down my face.37