“Why would I go anywhere with you?” I looked away and scoffed.

“Because I said so. Get up and get moving.” By now, Michael was in my face and pulling me out of my seat.

“Get off of me you weirdo!” I struggled to remain in my seat.

“No. Get up and come with me, princess.” He laughed in triumph when he finally got me up.

“I said don’t fucking call me princess.” I growled. For a moment Michael looked like he was ready to run as if I was some creature he wanted to get away from. All of a sudden, was thrown over someones shoulder. I looked to see the ever familiar mop of blue hair that belonged to Michael. He walked up the stairs and into the hallway.

“Which one of these is yours?” I refused to answer. I had no intention of going anywhere with the ass hole that was carrying me.

“Fine, I guess we'll find out.” He pushed open every door until he came to one that had a green door. He opened it to reveal my room that I didn’t bother to clean. He looked at the walls that I had decorated with pictures that I hand painted on the walls. He set me down and blocked the door so I didn’t try to make a break for it.

“Fuck you, Clifford.” I yelled at him and sat on my blue comforter.

“I mean, if you really want to,” he replied cheekily.

“You are such an arrogant ass hole. Get your head out of your ass, Clifford. It’s not a hat.” I told him, quoting Pitch Perfect.

“Least I’m not going to be a lonely cat lady as a profession when I get older, princess.” By this time, my face was in my pillow, not wanting to look at Michael. He made me angry with that one. He couldn’t have known that I am still without my first kiss. Or have never had a boyfriend. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes and I promised myself not to shed them. I let out a groan and looked to Michael.

“Fuck. You. Get away from me. I never want to see you again.” He toyed with my biggest insecurity and I want him away from me. “Get out of my room. Get out of my house. I never want you near me again. I don’t care the reason. I want you away from me. Now.” I looked into those jade eyes that, sadly, I had fallen for even though he hates me. I had to just breathe and hope to God that he never finds out. I thought he would taunt me with that forever. . I could tell my words sunk. There was a hint of sadness in those beautiful eyes that I had fallen for. Michael walked towards me and stopped when he was at the edge of my bed.

*Michael’s P.O.V*

She told me to get away from her. No one has ever said that to me before. It actually hurt when she said she never wanted to see me again. It shouldn’t hurt that she said that. I am supposed to hate her. I am supposed to loathe her. It is the only way to keep her safe. It is the only way to keep all of them safe. Without realizing it, I ended up walking towards the edge of her bed. I stopped when I was right next to her. Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears that threatened to spill over at any second.

“You don’t mean that.” I reached out to touch her and she flinched away.

“No, I do mean that. Get out.” She pointed at the door and turned away from me. I turned on her lamp and sat on the edge of her bed.

“You don’t mean that, Elizabeth.” I put my hand on her shoulder and she jumped a bit at the contact.

“Please,” she said, her voice breaking. “Just leave.” I stood up and took a minute to look around her room that I had not had a chance to look at when I arrived. The walls were painted with beautiful scenes that almost seemed to be alive. There were flowers, people, places. One picture caught my eye. It was of a boy, with red hair. He had fire in his hands and hate in his eyes. It didn’t take me long to realize that the picture was me.

I took one last glance around the room. At the soda cans that littered the furniture, the clothes on the floor and falling out of the dresser drawers. I looked at the girl on the California king-sized bed. She looked so small and the bed was so big. I sighed and walked back to the bed. I sat down on the bed next to the sobbing girl who thought I had left. She was startled to see me when she turned over.

“What are you still doing here?” The tears never stopped flowing down her cheeks. They weren’t the sad kind of tears, they were the angry kind. She sounded hurt. Really hurt.

“I,” I began, closing my mouth when I realized that she probably didn’t care. I stood up and walked toward the still closed door that blocked Elizabeth and I from the rest of the people that were downstairs. The door that blocked us from the rest of the world.

I put my hand on the doorknob and took one final look at the girl whose body was shaking with anger as she tried to get me out of her room, and unfortunately of her life as well. I desperately wanted to console her. She looked really hurt. I opened the door and said three words that I have never spoken aloud to anyone before.

“I am sorry.”

Notes

I actually hate this chapter. But oh well. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this. But you guys needed a new chapter. I also made changes to the prologue that will be up soon.

I want to know who my active readers are. Another author on here inspired this. I am going to do a fan of the week thing. Comment below and tell me why you should be the fan of the week. You will get a s/o in the chapter that I write that week. I really am eager to know who my readers are. I want to get to know you.

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