New Romantics played in the background and i switched from rancid smelling socks and old beaten up Vans to fuzzy socks. I sat on the bed sighed, this mansion, a family, servants. Allen Walker, no matter the rumors, had a lucky good life.
He would never know the true pain someone felt when hurt was washing over them.
I sighed. I switched off New Romantics and got off my bed, and opened the curtain letting the moonlight flood the room. The white purity of it sending shivers up my veins and ice freezing in them. I flopped on my bed and closed my eyes, focusing on all the good things in life. Which was a short list, but still effective.
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The quick way the morning arrived was too harsh, sunlight expelled all darkness and made my iris scream in agony. I got up and yawned.
"Just a few more days, months and years. And soon i can be 18 and leave and actually have a life."
I slumped through my morning routine and tried to act as cheerful as possible at the table, with Allen watching my every move and trying to make what i was doing in his house and i had asked him. I wanted to scream, i am dead inside and i couldn't go back home. coming here was an escape that could take place only once...
Once. Today, what was i going to do today? My eyes gleamed and my lip quivered, i bit down on it to stop, blood rushed through the cut and my mouth tasted blood. I gripped the side of table to steady myself until my knuckles became white.
"Whats wrong? Gwen! Whats wrong?" i shook out of the daze, focusing on his voice.
1.2.3.4. Breathe.
1.2.3.4. Breathe.
1.2.3.4. Breathe.
1.2.3.4. Breathe.
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The college was full of whispers, and cold stares and gasps as i walked to my locker with Allen by my side. Apparently rumors had spread and now i was his girlfriend. And then there were more pathetic ones stating the inconceivable truth that i had slept with him and was planning on running away with him as i had gotten wasted and murdered one of his thirty butlers.
Please. Rumors, are made by people who are jealous of you.
And besides, i think i just went to the Drama store and picked up a new bag of haters. I opened my locker and picked out all my Lit. Books. Shakespeare; Modern Poetry; Classic Lit.; and my iPad.
My phone rang just as i closed shut my locker and i saw that it was Sarah, "He--"
"Gwendolyn Zander Beckett. How dare you sleep with Allen Walker?"
Her voice held more concern and humor than anger.
I laughed halfheartedly into the phone, and turned around. Closing in on my surroundings as people stared at my depressed walrus laugh.
"Bye Sarah. And BTW," i said, God i hate text talk, "I. DID. NOT. SLEEP. WITH. ALLEN. WALKER." i hung up and walked to class, Allen who admittedly was unnecessarily following suite.
"Darling, mind telling me why everyone wants to think we slept together?"
I rolled my eyes and moved my bag to my right shoulder, the left still sore. The bruise was now blue, step up from purple and black i guess.
I cursed softly, careful not to let anyone hear.
"Tsk. Tsk. Good girls don't curse." He said, i rolled my eyes and quoted, "Although, so to speak from 5SOS, Good Girls are Bad Girls who've never been caught."
I walked away leaving a dumbfounded and yet slightly impressed Allen behind, i walked into class and gasped, there sitting in front of my teacher talking, his face red and his hands balled into fists, was none other than Kevin.
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