R.I.P Rodger & Bella

Boys whistled as me and Miranda passed the hallway.

"They are so annoying." Miranda said.
"I know." I agreed.
They whistled, said corny flirts, asked for numbers, emails, and much more.

One of them poked me in the arm, and grabbed me.

"Hey they're sweetie." He said. His eyes were green, dirty blond.

"Leave me alone" I wiggled.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I said.

He didn't let go.

I curled my finger into a fist and punched him in the stomach.

He fell flat in the floor, hands over his stomach.

"Don't mess with me." I said.

Miranda's eyes widened.

"Just trying to teach them a lesson." I said passing her.
I had just come out of French, which was pretty hard.
The teacher spoke crazy fast, I only understood "Bonjour" And "Merci"

I headed towards the stair, on my way to the lunchroom.

Daniel, Rodger, and Collin were sitting outside the lunchroom.

Rodger stood, giving me a chance to look at his eyes that were blocked by some strands of hair.

My heart pounded.
Well, it's always pounding... But, just louder than usual.
My breathing became harder, like my conscious choked me.
He stepped closer.

"Come." He said grabbing my hand.
We walked until we got to an empty hallway.
No one in sight.

"Why are we here?" I asked.
His eyes looked down at me.
"Bella," He paused, pushing his hair back.
He held my hands.

"I, We.. um.." He stuttered choosing his words.

"I think we... we should... take a break." He explained.
My heart sunk.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"Listen, Bella, this is not working out." He said.

No thoughts were in my head.

" Then I guess we should!" I yelled at him letting go of is hands.

I ran away, into the bathroom.

I locked myself in a stall.

My head pushed against the door.

I stood in there for minutes.

How was it not working out?
Did he leave me for another?
Did I do something wrong?
Why?

Were the questions going through my head.

My stomach growled loudly.

I unlocked my self out of the stall and headed towards the lunchroom.

I glanced at Miranda, who was enjoying her lunch with her boyfriend Daniel.

I sat on the floor, and ate lunch.

I had math next.

My stomach twist and turned.
It ached and spoke with sad noises.

"But if X equals to 12 the answer won't be 165 because--" The teacher explained to a blonde in a blue and green cheerleading uniform.

I raised my hand.

She raised her hand up informing me to wait.

"Whadda you need help with, sweetie pie?" She said sweetly.

" I don't feel very well." I said.

She put her cold hand over my forehead.
Her hand was harsh, but soft.

"You have to go the nurse." She said walking to her desk.

I stood up and followed her.
"Here sweetie pie." She passed me the nurse pass.

I went past Rodger's desk, not even looking at him.
Not even breathing near him.

I worked my way through the hallways.

My stomach growled loudly.
Like it was yelling in pain.

I bend down to my knees.

"Are you okay!?" A voice said.

I looked up.

Blue eyes, caramel-brown hair.

"I'm fine." I lied as I took her hand.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." I lied with a fake smile.

I walked away.

I went to the nurse and I was excused to go back to the hotel.

I struggled me way back to math to return the pass to the teacher.

"You okay?" Ms.Erica said as she took the pass.

"I'm going back home"

" Oh ok, get well soon sweetie pie." She said.

I grabbed my backpack and headed to the hotel.

The bus was silent.
Like if I was the only one there.

Mouths moved, babies yelled, but yet I head nothing but

" I think we should take a break"
" I think we should take a break"
"I think we should take a break"

I got off and walked to the hotel.

"Oh coming early today?" Doorman Mike said.
" I don't feel well." I explained.
"I got sick once. In the middle of a roller coaster ride. It was kinder hard, to well, ya know."
I giggled as I pressed the silver button of the elevator.

The elevator was there in a matter of seconds, and to the twelve floor I went.

I took off my coat and threw my bookbag at the floor.

I threw myself in the couch and started at the wall.

For the first time ever, I want to go back home.
Not to be in a hotel.
I want to go back home with Gabrielle and Sophia.

That feeling was terrible.
I mean, it's Ohio.

Hours passed and the girls came back.

"Hey Bella, I heard you were sick!" Laura yelled.
"You feeling fine?"
"Bells! I was worried."
"You okay?"

They questioned me.

"I'm fine!" I yelled taking my coat.

" Where are you going!?" Miranda yelled.

"TO FIND BETH!"

~BELLS