"Woah woah woahh. Where's the fire, FruitLoops?" Peter steadied me. "Don't call me that." I growled, a bit annoyed. "Oh, sorry." I sighed, Regretting my words, "Sorry. Its just..." "Its just what?" "I need to find Alexander." "Oh." I looked down at my shoes. This is beyond weird. Suddenly, without any warning, Peter grabbed me and pulled me to him. "What the-" I said. His face came closer..and closer. Pow! In a blur, something came crashing into us, hitting Peter square in thr face . There was a sickening crunch, and Peter was on the floor, his nose bleeding. "What the **** man?!" Peter screamed. My eyes were wide open as I stared at Alexander. Alexander stood there, hands clenced. "Do. Not. Hurt. My. Girl." he spat. Then he walked away.
"Alexander, wait!" He ignored me. "Alexander!!!!!" I was a few feet away from him when he turned around. "What? Now you see what I've been trying to tell you?!" he shot at me, his eyes filled with annoyance and anger. I took a step back, shocked. "I...just wanted.." I felt tears coming, was he really screaming at me for this? His eyes softened a bit, "Sorry." he murmured, clearly still pissed. The tears were taunting me, daring to fall any moment, I spun around, "I'm going to go......." And I ran. And ran. And ran. Why? Why? Why all the guys I fall for end with me running away from him? I stopped, and I realized I was infront of my locker, the place he first talked to me. I spun the dial quickly, and flung the door open. I was on a rampage now. One by one, I furiously tore the pictures of Alexander and I which I had posted A week ago. I ripped them, and they fell to the ground. I was crying uncontrollably now, the tears spilling. "Damnitt..." I slumped against the locker, my back against it. I sank down to the ground, my fist clenched. Why me? It's crazy to be so caught up about love, I know. No one would talk to me now. They all thought I was a two-timer or whatever. Why? Why? Why?!?! Everything was spinning, the room was spinning. Black spots started to appear in my vision. A picture of Alexander and I swarned before my eyes. Then Alexander's face became replaced by Peter's. "Ahh!!" I heard someone scream. I realized it was my own voice, my throat was hoarse. The room was spinning faster now. "Argh!!" I screamed again, hitting my fists everywhere. I felt my wrist make contact with the hard marbe floor and pain shot up my arm. I screamed again. I must've sprained or broken it. Why....? Reality was slipping away now. Nothing is right.......everyone hates me......why....me.....? Then everything went black.