Don't Leave Me., chapter 4
I stood rooted to the spot as he said it. I mumbled something about my skirt being red. Mike was obviously so bewildered he couldn't even laugh. He stood, his mouth hanging half open. "Hi, guys. Everything okay?" said a horribly familiar voice. Mike spun round.
"Oh, hey, Kelsey. Yeah, everything's good," he lied. Kelsey clutched her purple binder to her chest and smiled, showing her shiny pink braces. Somehow, even they looked cool on her.
"Good. So are we still going to the movies tonight, Mike?" she asked. Mike suddenly smiled and nodded. I looked at them, and then rolled my eyes.
"So, I'll ring you tonight then, Kelsey. Later," he said. Kelsey waggled her fingers in a wave and walked off, still smiling sweetly. I turned to Mike crossly.
"Why do you like her?" I asked firmly.
"What?" Mike almost shouted. I was a little taken aback by his tone. "You come sauntering up to me, think I'm crushing on you, mumble something dumb about your outfit and then demand an answer as to why I'm friends with Kelsey!"
"I see a little more than a measly friendship here, Mike. You've fallen for that slut..." I started to talk, but Mike cut me off.
"Don't talk about her like that!" he said angrily. "Don't call her names like that! You just wish you were more like her - Smart and funny and nice!" he actually shouted the word nice. "You wanna be like her because she's the complete opposite of you! You're just some sad, depressed little goth girl and you practically ask everyone to bully you and hate you!"
"That's not true! Don't you think I want friends?" I yelled.
"No! I don't! I think you want everyone to think you're weird, and dark, and some kind of loner outcast with no social life whatsoever. Well, congratulations, Gemma, because you've achieved that. Nobody likes you, and nobody ever will!" he shouted at me, and he stormed out.
I felt strange. I was shaking. I fell to my knees and sobbed. I was in the middle of the school corridor, but everyone had gone home, and the janitor was somewhere around the science block. I was all alone. Only Mike knew and he didn't care. I thought about what he'd said and cried harder, hugging my knees to my chest. I looked at my dumb red tartan mini disgustedly, wishing I could rip it off because it had caused so much trouble.
I managed to fight the temptation until I got home. When I was safe inside my house, I rushed upstairs and took a shower straight away. When I got out, I stared at my face in the bathroom mirror, at my black hair and pale face. I automatically reached for my eyeliner, but then I dropped it like it was red hot. I fingered my dark, depressing, long hair. Why did I like it? What made it special? Nothing. It wasn't special. I wanted it gone. I wanted it back to its natural color. So I set to work. Scrubbing, coloring, rinsing. When I was finished, I rolled it up in a towel and went to watch T.V in my room. I was going to change. I wasn't boring, depressed, cutting, goth girl Gemma anymore. I was going to be different. A fresh start. A new me.
"Oh, hey, Kelsey. Yeah, everything's good," he lied. Kelsey clutched her purple binder to her chest and smiled, showing her shiny pink braces. Somehow, even they looked cool on her.
"Good. So are we still going to the movies tonight, Mike?" she asked. Mike suddenly smiled and nodded. I looked at them, and then rolled my eyes.
"So, I'll ring you tonight then, Kelsey. Later," he said. Kelsey waggled her fingers in a wave and walked off, still smiling sweetly. I turned to Mike crossly.
"Why do you like her?" I asked firmly.
"What?" Mike almost shouted. I was a little taken aback by his tone. "You come sauntering up to me, think I'm crushing on you, mumble something dumb about your outfit and then demand an answer as to why I'm friends with Kelsey!"
"I see a little more than a measly friendship here, Mike. You've fallen for that slut..." I started to talk, but Mike cut me off.
"Don't talk about her like that!" he said angrily. "Don't call her names like that! You just wish you were more like her - Smart and funny and nice!" he actually shouted the word nice. "You wanna be like her because she's the complete opposite of you! You're just some sad, depressed little goth girl and you practically ask everyone to bully you and hate you!"
"That's not true! Don't you think I want friends?" I yelled.
"No! I don't! I think you want everyone to think you're weird, and dark, and some kind of loner outcast with no social life whatsoever. Well, congratulations, Gemma, because you've achieved that. Nobody likes you, and nobody ever will!" he shouted at me, and he stormed out.
I felt strange. I was shaking. I fell to my knees and sobbed. I was in the middle of the school corridor, but everyone had gone home, and the janitor was somewhere around the science block. I was all alone. Only Mike knew and he didn't care. I thought about what he'd said and cried harder, hugging my knees to my chest. I looked at my dumb red tartan mini disgustedly, wishing I could rip it off because it had caused so much trouble.
I managed to fight the temptation until I got home. When I was safe inside my house, I rushed upstairs and took a shower straight away. When I got out, I stared at my face in the bathroom mirror, at my black hair and pale face. I automatically reached for my eyeliner, but then I dropped it like it was red hot. I fingered my dark, depressing, long hair. Why did I like it? What made it special? Nothing. It wasn't special. I wanted it gone. I wanted it back to its natural color. So I set to work. Scrubbing, coloring, rinsing. When I was finished, I rolled it up in a towel and went to watch T.V in my room. I was going to change. I wasn't boring, depressed, cutting, goth girl Gemma anymore. I was going to be different. A fresh start. A new me.
