I was still worried. I found myself worrying a lot about Denver. He was hurt so much, by
my boyfriend. That cut it. I whipped out my phone and texted Ben.
Ben: I know you cheated on me with Laura. I have friends, you know. Friends you've cheated on me with. OMG I hate you! You are a jerk! I have friggin scars because of you and your stupid switchblade. You have no one but yourself to blame for making me an enemy, and you don't want me as an enemy. I will make your life a living hell. That is a promise. You broke my heart, so now I'm gonna get a little revenge. Why don't you treat girls a little nicer? Then maybe you'll be able to have a girlfriend for a little longer. In fact, I stopped loving you the first time you cut me. I sacrificed myself so you could be happy, so you wouldn't hurt my friends. I let you hurt me. I was bruised and beaten, but I didn't tell anyone. I chose to suffer in silence for the sake of my friends. I hate you. I hate you more than words can tell, and this is the last straw. I finally lost my temper. You are a jerk, I hate you, am I making myself clear?! Goodbye! It's over! </3 Alex.
I sent it and put my phone away. Denver looked at me, confused, and I rolled up my sleeve, revealing several scars that made a triangle on my forearm.
"Ben hurt me. Those days I didn't come to school, I was in the hospital. I told them I did it to myself, though it was really Ben. I didn't tell anyone, but then Ben cheated. I knew he only wanted me so he could get good grades, and I wanted to keep him away from my friends, especially you. So I grinned and bore it. I just texted Ben. It's over between us. I don't care what he does, I'll take it. It'll be the last, though. He won't hurt me again, because I won't let him. I won't let him hurt you, either. I'd rather die than see him hurt you. That time people started that rumor that I was suicidal, that was because Ben almost killed me. He's done that a lot, and I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" I was in tears now. I was blubbering like an idiot. I finally calmed down and realized that school had been out for an hour. I felt my phone buzz, so I checked it. Of course, it was a text from Ben.
I never loved you, either. I just dated you so you would bribe the teachers to give me good grades, or whatever you did. I want those good grades, still. If you don't get me the grades, you're dead, girl. Got that? Good. Bye.