Counting Stars

16 year old Lela Hemmings has never felt real love. Her father died when she was 15 and her mother died giving birth to Lela. Lela lives with her Aunt. She is depressed, insecure, and shy. She walks the halls with her head down and her mouth shut. She is bullied though. Pushed. Laughed at. Judged. Due to her shyness, she literally doesn't talk to people. At all. As a result, she is afraid to stand up for herself. Then someone walked into her life. She didn't want them to stay, but she didn't want them to leave. Can someone as simple as a person, as simple as a boy, change her life?

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10. Trying, But Nothing.

Trying, But Nothing.

 

I walk slowly into the school. I was nervous. I would talk to Ashton. I would talk to my aunt. I would not talk to anyone else. I walk to my locker and quickly grab my books. As soon as I turn around my books are knocked out of my hands. Brenna.

"Oops. I am just so clumsy." I roll my eyes.

"Do you have something to say to me?" She asks. I bend down and started to pick my books up.

"I know you do." She says. I don't even bother looking at her. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach and I jolted back against the locker. Looked up at her.

"Wanna' speak up now?" She growls. I open my mouth as if I was going to say anything. Nothing came out. I closed my eyes tightly. Did she kick me? Fuck it hurts.

   (Ashton's POV)

I see Lela on the ground holding her stomach. I haven't talked to her in a while, but that didn't mean I couldn't help. I run over and push Brenna out of the way.

"How dare you touch me?"
"How dare you hurt others?" I yell. She steps back.

"Who are you to criticize me?" She questions.

"Who are you to judge people?" I ask. I kneel down next to Lela, trying to help her up.

"How about you just run off to your little hole and leave us alone."

"How about you run off to your junkie wannabe's and pretend your perfect! Because God knows you aren't!" I shoot back.  She mumbles something under her breath and walks away. I turn back to Lela. She isn't there. I see her running into the bathroom. I get up and follow. I know girls bathroom, whatever. I walk into the stall she is in. She didn't close it and she was vomiting. I sit next  to her and pull her hair back. 

When she is done she sits against the wall of the stall and looks at me.

"I'm sorry." She whispers.

"For what?" I ask.

"Everything. Yelling at you. Acting like I have the worst life in the world. I am just afraid everyone will find out why I have trust issues. I don't want anyone to get involved. I don't want anyone to know. I am not ready to tell anyone, and I don't think I ever will be." She whispers.

I kiss her.

She pulls away.

"I am also sorry you kissed me after I just puked up everything I have eaten in the last week." She says quietly.

"Its okay. It isn't your fault. Are you okay by the way?" I ask.

"It hurts." She places her other hand across her stomach with the other hand.

"I think you should go home." I suggest standing up. She nods and she stands up. We walk out of the bathroom. I have my arm around her waist so she doesn't collapse. We walk strait out of the building and to my car.

I take her home and she talks me into staying with her. 

 

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