Much love to you all and thank you for reading so far. Be patience and I promise to continue to update it just might take me awhile.

So here’s the story.

Chapter 15: Ur So Gay (Not edited sorry didn’t have time.)

“Are you fucking stupid, you want to know how it feels?” He pointed to my heart and looked back up into my eyes. “Like your heart is being ripped out and tossed aside. Now Spencer how does it feel to know you caused that?”

“Hey unfaithful I will teach you to be stronger, to be stronger. Hey ungraceful I will teach you to forgive one another.”

He raised his fist and released it.

 BAM!  He hit the locker and walked away.

Three words: Anger fucking Management!

Shit that locker knob hurt like a mother fucker! I hope there isn’t going to be too bruising.

I blinked a few times and then pulled my strap over to see the damage done to my shoulder, oh fuck no, he left his imprint embedded in me. I slammed my head back into the locker and shut my eyes. My thoughts raised back and forth, I couldn’t contain a thought long enough to process. Fuck me!

“It’s when hate turns to love and love to hate. Faith to doubt and doubt to faith”

Now what am I going to do?

Mrs. Babcock was standing outside her door, “Miss Carlin, get back into this class now!” I spun around as I heard the familiar voice. Shit! I smiled towards Mrs. Babcock and entered the classroom. My eyes shifted immediately to Ashley. I noticed the sadness that had seeped in them and I winked at her, trying to lighten the mood and ease her nerves.

Glen you fucking moron! Wait until we get home I swear to god this is not over.

As I got into my seat I spotted a small slip of paper. “Damn it” I murmured out. The yellow slip was meant fucking detention. You’ve got to be shitting me. This crap was not my fault, bloody hell. Ha-ha she must nuts I not serving this shit.

My hand raised up, she looked my way but never called on me. Okay then bitch! I hate when teachers fucking do that. They complain about students not raising their hands and when I try I get ignored. Fuck that shit. “Mrs. B yea remember me?” Her head lifted up and turned my way. “Well I noticed I got a slip, and I was wondering why that was?”