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As the shadow clawed across the table I instictively covered my paper with my hand and pretended to doodle on the corner. I lifted my eyes to peer up at the figure that was my teacher and watched as he tossed the chips away. It took me a moment to figure out what exactly had happened. I felt for the kid. That was a perfectly fresh bag of chips that had now gone to waste. What a shame. If things had been different I might have spoken up but today wasn't the day.

I heard the click-clacking of hard stilettos against the tiled floor echo through the room. I didn't need to look over to know it was the cheerleader captain that had entered. The room almost seemed to hush as the tramp made her way to her seat. As horrid of it was of me to think such a thing we all knew it was true. I wouldn't have doubted that she had spread her legs for many a man. Whether money was a factor or not wasn't in my knowledge. Then again, she had "done" some really brilliant science papers of college level and I must say, she isn't that bright. You'd have to be an idiot to think she wrote it herself and I'm sure all her male teachers knew well enough to get their ways. The only classes she really had to work in was English and Spanish and even in that class she had a D. Not failing but still. I applauded the man who had the strength to turn her down.

"He's probably already gotten a taste of her...." I scoffed, my comment about my own boyfriend rather than the teacher.

I turned my thoughts away from what one would call "the darkside" and tried to think of something else. Something less disturbing than the thought of HER and my hunk of beef. I found myself looking to Caleb's sculpted face and noticed the cut on his face. I chalked it up to shaving but still couldn't remove my eyes from his face. Willing myself to look at something less embarrassing to the man I decided to study his eyes for the moment being. What struck me the most was the colour that seemed to draw me in.

'And no one ever noticed this before?'

As far as I had known he was single as a man could be. Though, I had to admit, I wasn't really in his circle and never truly heard anything about him. So he could very well be married.... I couldn't help but glance at his hand to check. The nervious feeling that had swept over me vanished as I found a lack of shining gold on his hand.

'Why would he be married anyway?!' I scolded myself.

My body jolted as the screeching sounds of moving chairs woke me from my half slumber. It was that dream again. I must have been really tired to fall asleep like that, and ever more so to be able to dream....

I shook the thought from my limbs as I stood and gathered my papers together. A warm feeling gathered in the tip of my finger as I worked, its growing intensity causing me to look down. The pain was almost enough to double me over but thankfully there was a table there for me to grab on to.

"Mother!" I cried in a hushed tone as I looked at what seemed to be a simple paper cut. But why did it hurt so badly? I couldn't think of the reason as I stuck my wounded finger into my mouth and collected the rest of my papers.

The rest of the day would have to carry on and I felt the pit of despair grow in my stomach. I had to see him next hour. He would try to "love" me.... try to grope me was more like it. Gawd, he made me feel like a whore. Filthy.

"Mph.... Gewd bye then." I muttered to my partner as he started to leave, my finger still bleeding over zealously.


.: Whooo? XD :.

I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to see her either. But it didn't make it stop. The pain that I felt, it wouldn't go away. Its hard to explain the cascade of emotions I felt right then. Shock, terror, betrayal, depression,... unworthiness. What a waste. And all on him.

My hand was clamped to my face, covering my mouth that hand opened in shock. I wanted to hurl. I wanted my eyes that stared at them widely to shut or simply be ripped out. The picture of them, together, in the shadow of the bleachers. So cliche.

I stumbled backwards as I tried to stay standing up right. They didn't know I was there, not yet. The sounds of sex bombarded my ears. The groans of pleasure as he forced himself into her, his strong hands holding her up as he pressed her against one of the thick columns that held up the bleachers. They looked liked retarded animals, the way they shook each other. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her mouth open wide as she laughed and panted wildly. I had to look away. Run away from this horror of my boyfriend cheating on me as he screwed this whore of a cheerleader.

The noises got louder and louder still as their movements became more violent. More filled with energy. My grip on my purse had loosened and I let it fall to the ground. Perhaps it was the thud of it smacking the ground that broke me away from the nightmare. They still didn't know I was witnessing all this... betrayal.

Anger grew within me as tears gathered at the corner of my eyes and fell like rain, sliding down my face and chin. My lips trembled as my hands balled into fists of rage.

"How could you?" I whispered before breathing in deep and squeezing my eyes shut, "HOW COULD YOU!?"

I didn't stop to look at them. I didn't want to. Their bodies were burnt into my mind. I grabbed my purse off the ground and turned tail, running as fast as I could. I didn't know where to go or what to do so I ran. I ran across the grass that separated the school and the football field, through the doors of the building, down the empty hallways, and into the first bathroom I could find. I didn't see the sign that was labeled "males" as I ran in.

I ducked into the first open stall I could find and slammed the door shut. I crouched down to the floor, my knees to my chest as I pressed my hands to my eyes, tears flowing. I didn't even like him, I screamed at myself. Why did I care? Why would he cheat on me? And why wouldn't they go away?! They were there, in my head, mocking me as they screwed each other laughing. They hated me. The whole world hated me.

I didn't think as I dug into my purse. My fingers clasped the safety pin that I had always kept in there "just in case". What was I doing? I didn't know. I unlatched the pin and held out my wrist. I never paused, never thought about what pain I would be putting myself through. To me, nothing was worse than the pain of my breaking heart. I just wanted it to stop. For my heart to stop aching within my chest. I wanted to be able to breath.

I pressed the pin against my skin and clamped my eyes shut as I drew the metal through my skin. My body shook as I sobbed upon the floor. It still hurt. Again. Was it ebbing? Again. Would I go numb? Again.... Scream. The blood was flowing down. Scream it out. Streaming down my skin. SCREAM!

"WHHHYYY-----------!?"

I opened my eyes to see Caleb pressing toilet paper to my arm. Why was he doing this? Why would he care? The pain was still there, but his presence seemed to calm me. I was about to lunge forward to hug him when I saw the trickle of red running from his own arm. Was that... my blood?

No... that was his. But why was... he bleeding? I reached out with my hand and smeared the blood down his arm. There was no cut, but rather a set of three scars that went across his wrist. They seemed fresh, but I never recalled them being there before.

"Caleb...." I whispered, tears still pouring down my face. I wanted to hug him.... What had I done? Why did I do this? What was going on?

.: Curse you. All you had to say was that and I started writing in third person. Haha, and its not THAT hard. XD :.

It was true. Though the pain lingered, there was no more blood rushing from her arm. How... how did he get those scars? Where they from her?

I thought of the paper cut she had gotten earlier. I hadn't even been holding a paper and it hurt way more than it should have.

I bit my lip as I made up my mind. I had to see if I was correct. With the pin held tight in my hand, I gripped his arm and pressed the pin down into his skin before pulling away in pain. Again... it was like someone had stabbed me in the arm and wrenched the knife around in my skin. All I had done was pull the pin's tip across his skin as I had done before to myself. But... I had done it to him. Why was I... getting the pain... and ten fold at that.

I looked to my arm and sobbed. None of this was making sense to me.

"I'm sorry...," I said, cringing through the pain, "I just had to see... if my hypothesis was correct."

I thought to myself about all that had happened.

"So... you get a wound and I have to bear it with double the pain and the healing time. While... if I get hurt, I heal and you get the scars? It doesn't make sense. What.... what if I get my head lopped off or something? Or stabbed in the heart?"

I looked up into his eyes, my tears flowing a tad slower.

"Better yet,... why is this happening? And why now?"

I couldn't hold back the wave of tears that flowed over me.
"Caleb,... he... my boyfriend... he cheated on me. I saw them, him and that head cheerleader. T-they were under the bleachers... f***ing each other!" I buried my face into his chest as tears rolled down my cheeks, "I just wanted the pain to go away.... I don't even know why I'm so hurt... I knew it was going to happen..."

"W-we can't tell anyone..." I sobbed into his chest, his warmth enveloping me. For some reason I remembered my dream from that morning... The strong arms around me. Was it.... no. It couldn't be. I had never thought of him before now....

"If we do... they'll think we're insane... and if we show them... some kind of government thing will take us away and study us. Who knows what horrors they'll do. I,... I don't think I'd be able to handle that..."

I pulled away, brushing the tears from my face.

"Hey.... This has been a tad much... so... how about a shake?" I said, laughing a bit as I rested my hands on his knees. "I'll pay,... I think... we need something to distract us both."

.: So, how will be work the ebil force in hm? :.