If You Hate Me, Hate Me, If You Love Me, Tell Me

About Natasha, a girl bullied for her good looks, her bright blue eyes and long strawberry blonde hair. Until she meets Joey, a tall thin boy with long brown hair and almost black eyes. The boy all the girls love. Then, when it seems like it might get better, the tunnel closes and the light disappears.


7. The morning after

The next morning when I strolled into school, my strawberry blonde hair curled and bouncing round my shoulders. Despite the abuse I knew I had someone at school that I could rely on. Joey. Good looking, popular, handsome Joey. The one all the other girls wanted. The one all the other girls would hate me for getting. The one I would get called names for going near. They don't understand me, they don't understand my life.

His dark brown hair flopped down over his eyes, and he smiled when he saw me. "Hey gorgeous," He grinned, taking my hand as we walked towards the door.

"Nobody has ever called me that before," I said, feeling people staring.

He stopped and faced me, taking both my hands. "I'm going to be saying it a lot more often then, to show you that you are beautiful, and there is nothing you can do to hide that," He kissed me, his hands still holding mine, and I could feel fireworks. We stayed like that for over two minutes, trapped in our own little bubble until the bell went and stuck a pin in it.

Walking to class holding his hand made me feel like I was walking in the clouds, my head brushing the heavens. I could feel something real.

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