Nightmares
Chapter 2
"Don't be a hero, Caleb." Danny spat, shifting his eyes to the side of me. Caleb Dolling: apparent drug dealer. I don't think he is, although he has the whole 'look'. His long brunette hair is usually covering his eyes, which is a good thing according to most people I talk to. Apparently they're blinding; they make you fall in love automatically.
I've seen him at school; he's in my English class. He does have the charming approach, but he also is very childish.
He has a nice chin; it makes him look older than he is. He's seventeen.
I heard Caleb chuckle, his steps got louder and louder, it overtook the sound of Danny's breath.
"Wow," I laughed quietly, looking at Danny's chest. "You should probably let go of me, or I'll kick you."
I felt a big relief once his hands were off me. I had been holding my breath for the most of that time. I liked it when I held my breath; it made the anxiety go away.
"Don't be a douche, man," Caleb began saying, my mind spaced out as I traced the outline of his jacket with my eyes. He said something about treating girls with respect, but it was all a blur in my mind. I felt so lightheaded.
It was all black for a moment; I couldn't make out what the boys were saying.
How much has she eaten? Something? Pills? Car?
Their voices were muffled.
"Wow, I'm okay, don’t worry about me!" I smiled, straightening my posture.
I closed my eyes tight for a few seconds, allowing some light into the darkness of my mind. Once I opened them, everything was straight. My nails were dug into my arm; but everything was straight.
"What was that?" Caleb asked me, his brown eyes were as irresistible as everyone described, but that still didn't change the fact that he had a smoke in his hand.
"What is that?" I asked, looking down at his cigarette and back up at his eyes. He was staring into one of my eyes to the other, I could tell he was trying to figure out if I was okay or not.
"It's called a smoke, want one?" He grinned slightly, rolling his eyes. I let out a sigh followed by a small laugh. I was sitting down.
"What's the time?" I asked, moving my hand up to touch Caleb’s face. He was squatting in front of me; his jeans looked like they were going to rip.
I'm guessing I blacked out for a hour or so, it happens a lot. It's a small price to pay to be skinny. Everyone knows people like skinny girls.
"It's 12, you should probably go back home..." He trailed off, flinching slightly by the touch of my finger. I trailed it over his face and giggled like a child. I felt so dizzy.
He rolled his eyes and stood up quickly; I was faced with his knees and my hand was left alone in the air. I smiled up at him.
"Come on then, you're a bit wrecked aren't you?" He laughed; I'm guessing he was laughing at my smile. I smiled up at him for a few seconds before saying, "I am totally wrecked."
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A lot of the scenes in this story are true stories, this whole story in general is not but I will probably notify you at the end of each chapter whether it is or not. This one is not.
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