Anthony's POV~ ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< Through all my classes, I constantly stared at the clock. Everything the teacher and my friends were saying was muted out of my mind. My foot had been tapping on the floor all day. I had to talk to Tiana after school. I had been a complete jerk yesterday, but honestly, it was worth it. I was glad that I didn't have to go shopping everyday with Bridget. Everything we did together-except for the making out and the sex-was TERRIBLE. All the time we spent together was basically pointless and emotionless. The only reason I had asked her out was because I wanted to get it in (and she was SEXY). But no, I had to "earn it". Obviously, she was the type of girl that no guy would ever want to take on for a real relationship. EVER. It was just that after we went to the dance, she wouldn't let me go. i guess in b*tch world, one date means you're in love. Well, actually, I wasn't too surprised about that considering that although she had slept with all of the guys in our school, not a single one of them asked her out on a date. All we ever had was physical. I don't know about her, but that's how it was for me. The truth is, I actually wanted something deeper than just sex. I also wanted... Love. Admitting that you want love in a relationship is a thing only p*ssies do in the guy world though, so I never really talked about it to anyone. Especially because I was in the popular crowd, I didn't want to say anything like that. Ever since 8th grade, I'd had a huge crush on Tiana. Her smile made me smile. Her laugh made me laugh. I won't call it love, but it was definitely something. The only thing that stopped me was the line between people that had popularity and the people that didn't. The pattern was that only people from a certain group would date another person it the same group. That's how it was. So, I gave up on her. When she fell it love with that Andrew guy, I felt a little pang of jealousy, but what could I do? I remember that he had died and Tiana went crazy. I'll be honest, I was one of the guys that took advantage of that, but who hadn't? I still cared about her though. She was such a sweet, smart girl. And I loved that about her. I don't exactly remember what happened at the park though. Bridget and I had agreed to meet there and I was planning on breaking up with her. I also remember that I saw Tiana there. After that, everything's a little blurry. The next thing I knew, I was making out with my childhood crush. The finaly bell rang and I bulleted out the door towards Tiana's locker. Yes, I knew where her locker was, but hey, I saw her there everyday so, it's not THAT stalkerish. There she was. As I saw her, I slowed down. Her light pink sweater really complimented all her features-if that's not too girly. I was really confused though. She was talking to someone, except nobody was there for her to talk to. Weird. I came to a complete halt as I watched her pull a note out of her locker and read it. Her lips kept on moving. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and just assumed she had a bluetooth or something. I started walking towards her again, but she darted outthe door before I could even say anything. It was especially hard to get to her now because the sea of people out in the hallway. Since I used to be best friends with Aurora, I still had her phone number. I had seen her with Tiana very often so I called her to see if she knew where she was. Anthony: Hey Aurora? Aurora: Anthony? Wow. This is a surprise! We havent talked in years! Anthony: Yeah, sorry about that, but do you know where Tiana is? Aurora: Why? She hasn't showed up at the park yet? Anthony: What are you talking about? Aurora: Oh, come on STD-boy, it's not a secret that you left a note in her locker to meet her at the park. Anthony: WHAT? Aurora:... What? Anthony: Sh*t. I gotta go. -------------------------------------------------------------- This was typical Bridget, I thought to myself, as I speeded towards the park. If Tiana got hurt, it would be my fault, and I couldn't be able to live with myself. I took my last turn as I arrived to the park. As I started to park my car, I spotted a group of girls surround another. The surrounded girl had a light pink sweater on, just like Tiana. They slapped a piece of duct tape on the girl's mouth. My mind couldn't understand what was happening fast enough. One of the blondes pressed a soaked rage on Tiana's nose and she fainted almost immediately. I finally took everything in. Bridget.
I'm sorry everyone. School has been TERRIBLE lately and I've been a huge procrastinator so... Good❔Bad ❔Give me any type of criticism! I really love writing, but I'm not actually a good writer. English is my worst subject even though I somehow manage to get nothing lower than an A-... SO YEAHH. Enjoy and hate and all that!
Back to Tiana's POV =~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~= My eyelids couldn't stay open for long though. They slowly weighed themselves down despite my efforts to watch what was about to happen. Thankfully, my ears were in effect for much longer. Although I couldn't effectively decipher what I was hearing, it was better than nothing.
Rather than hearing everything that was going on, my ears only caught snippets of conversations or loud noises. "Put your hands up, and nobody move. You have the right to remain silent." An authoritive voice informed. those words were easily heard considering his voice was strong and clear. Shuffling of feet was a noise that I believed I had heard, yet I wasn't entirely sure if my mind had made it up. I also heard screaming, begging, questioning, threatening, and so much more, but all I could know for sure was that Bridget and he posse had been caught and it was all thanks to Anthony. I don't know which part confused me the most; how did Anthony know where I was or why did he save me or even care. Ever since I was little, I had known Anthony. He was always the athletic kid. Unlike me, he had fit in with the popular crowd easily. I was the girl that was friends with the popular girls sometimes, but never one of them despite my efforts to get there. In middle school-7th grade or 8th grade (I can't recall it specifically)- Anthony was a complete jerk to me. I didn't know him well, but we had 4 out of 6 classes together, which made thigs even worse. What made things even harder for me to understand was that he was a relatively nice person. Adults had always told us that if a boy bothers you, he likes you, but at the time, it didn't seem that easy. Deep in my mind, I believed-or wanted to believe- he liked me. Sometimes, when we were working alone on our team project, he would be sweet. Other times, he would be rude and completely disrespectful. But, through all of that, in the back of my mind, I always had a crush on him. He had the element of surprise and he had some mystery and that's why I was initially attracted to him in the first place, but as time passed I realized us as a couple would never become a reality due to the popularity boundaries, so, I gave up. As I was unconcious, that important times in my life had replayed in my mind. Although I wasn't awake, I was actively thinking and hearing. I heard the beeps of the heart rate moniter, I heard the sobbing of my parents next to me, I heard the complaining of the patients, and most of all, I heard the doctor talking about me and my condition. That's what I was worried about most.