Beat The Loser
Chapter
7
"Is there anything I can do to
make you stop hating me?" she pleads. At least, that's
what her mouth says. Her eyes are as devious and mean as
always.
"No," I respond simply. It's better not to make
things complicated or give long explanations. I will only
answer what she asks.
"Why? I didn't know that your parents died, if
I had-"
"Because you shouldn't have done it at all, regardless
of my parents," I interrupt her. "Mary, you're
saying that you wouldn't have regretted it if my parents
were alive. And it's ridiculous that you'd
say that because you shouldn't have done it at
all."
She nods. "I know. But I feel even worse because of what I
didn't know. Why didn't you tell me anyway, originally?
When we first met?"
"You would have treated me differently, like I was a glass
vase," I explain, shaking my head. "It would be hard
to make real friends that way. Although, apparently with you,
it's hard to make real friends anyway."
"I just want to be friends and for you to forgive
me," she says helplessly. "And I really am
sorry."
"Thanks for sharing," I say flatly, sarcastically.
"But I don't want to be friends. I don't forgive
you. For once, I'd like to get what I want with you."
I walk out of the bathroom and unlike a few months ago, she
doesn't stop me.
The next day, Mary keeps staring at me during class and then
it's me pulling her into the bathroom at the end of the
day.
"Would you stop looking at me all the time?" I snap.
"It doesn't make me want to be your friend; it creeps
me out. It makes me want to avoid you."
"You've become a rock," she answers.
Well, I wasn't expecting that. "What do you
mean a rock?"
"Like me. You don't care about what you say or how it
affects people, you just want to say it," she explains
looking into my eyes. "I just wanted to let you know that
sometimes, beneath the surface of a rock is a diamond. And
you've seen it before, but you just have to crack the rock
open to find it. I guess that's what I'm trying to
do." She walks out of the bathroom and I'm left there
with only my thoughts.
She's right. I don't care if my rejecting her
friendship makes me sad or her sad. I just do it to protect
myself. It's like I don't want anyone to find my inner
diamond, even though if I do, I will be worth so much more. I
will be benifited.
Mary has tried. She has tried to crack open the hard rock that
conceals a diamond, but she wasn't strong enough.
Maybe I'm the only one who can really make that happen.
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Only a few more chapters!!! :)
Mary's not so bad,riiiight?
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