Abused Mate | ✔

Knew It

*-*-*-*-*-*-*Sam:*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The next day HE came, and my body ached afterwards. I could barely move, I was so badly beaten.

The phone vibrated all day and fearing HE would hear it, I hid it deep in my closet.

I spent all Monday recovering and finally on Tuesday I returned to school.

I brought Chris's jacket and his phone.

I didn't want anything to do with him.

Although it hurt, I knew I had to do this.

I could never be a part of his life.

I saw him at his locker, and I took a deep breath prepared to walk over there and just hand it to him.

Suddenly Chelsea showed up next to him and I stopped.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

I felt as if I had been slapped.

My eyes met hers briefly and I saw triumph.

I turned away, not wanting her to see the tears in my eyes.

I didn't expect to run into Don.

"Whoa, my bad I...what's wrong Sam?"

"Nothing." I looked away and practically thew the jacket at him. "Give this to Chris."

I walked away before he could ask me anything else.

I went into a stall and cried silently.

I had been so stupid, I actually thought he liked me.

Turns out when he couldn't even get to second base with me he had moved on.

I heard the door open and a click clacking of heels.

Through the crack I could see Chelsea and a brunette applying lips stick.

"Chris really is the best kisser." She popped her lips together then fixed her blonde hair.

"You think that....girl... at the party knows Chris only kissed her because he wanted to see how far he could go with her?" The brunette asked.

I bit back a sob, and covered my mouth with my hand.

Chelsea's lip curled back in disgust.

"I doubt it, she probably thinks he likes her." she gave a cruel laugh " Poor, human. I mean for real, were talking about Chris Wayne, Mr.Popular. And who is she? Nobody."

I frowned at that. Human?

"Well I showed her today, Chris is mine so she better back off!"

"There was never any competition " The brunette said.

They walked outside , leaving me alone.

I settled into the seat and put my head in my hands.

It was true all along.

Chris had only been playing with me.

Stupid, stupid, I thought to myself. How had I even thought, for a second that he liked me.

I mean this is Chris Wayne ! CHRIS WAYNE!

Chelsea was right, someone like him didn't like someone like me.

I had gotten my hopes up for nothing.