Bad Girl [COMPLETED]

Chapter 11

"Claudia, will you do me the honor of dating me?" Brad asked.

My breath hitched.

"Stop the car." I whispered.

"What?" Brad asked.

"Stop the fucking car. Are you deaf?" I screamed.

He swerved to the curb but kept the doors locked.

"Answer me and I'll let you out." Brad said.

"Aren't you dating someone?" I asked.

"She saw how worried I was about you and said that maybe you were the right one for me. So we broke up." He explained.

"Unlock the fucking car." I said coldly.

He didn't budge.

I leaned over him and unlocked the doors.

Then I left.

I don't care how far I am from the dorm. I just need time to think.

When I look up, I see his car zoom past.

But not before seeing a tear slide down his face.

I didn't know I had this huge affect on him.

I haven't ever seen a guy cry before.

I wish I wasn't the cause of it.

I wish I wasn't feeling....so weird and guilty when I left him in the car.

Maybe I should've said no instead of leaving him hanging.

Why does my life have to be so difficult?

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After what seemed like 30 minutes, I reached the school.

I have been skipping all my classes so I don't care what I've missed.

I got inside the building and headed for my dorm.

I unlocked it and Brad's head snapped up.

When he saw it was just me, he put his head back down.

Then he turned over onto his stomach and buried his face into the pillow.

I started walking when I heard sobbing coming from him.

Then he started crying harder.

Oh my gosh, I really hurt him.

If only he knew why I didn't answer him.

I sat on my bed and opened my laptop to check my emails.

"Why?" He suddenly said. I jumped in fright.

"What are you talking about?" I said turning to him.

"Why did you reject me?" Brad asked.

"I didn't reject you, I just didn't answer you." I said.

"Then answer me!" He yelled at me.

I sat up startled.

"I....you.......no." I stumbled over my words.

"What's so bad about me?" He asked, hurt.

"I just, can't tell you." I said.

"Tell me."

"No. Not everything is your business." I snapped, remembering my cheater of a boyfriend.

Brad looked taken aback, and hurt.

"Not everyone is the same." Is all he said and left the room sniffling.

Why do I still feel so guilty?

Before I had the chance to think about it, I charged to the bathroom, vomiting in the toliet

Guiltiness has a consequence too.