New Girl

Lola Pritchards is forced to move from her small town in West Virginia to Dublin, Ireland. Leaving behind her best friend Rose and all her family and friends, Lola must learn to deal with new bullies, a new school, new home and a new country. Will Lola be forever alone? Or will one certain guy change all of that?


12. Amanda

*~*~*Will's P.O.V*~*~*

"Everything is fine ok!" She screamed and slammed the door in my face. I sighed and walked to Parker's dorm.

Trevor smiled and let me in. 

"What's up Will?" Parker smiled smiling as he spun in his chair.

"Lola is out of control. I could hear her screaming about 'I need a break from you two' and 'both of you shut up'. I went to her room and she was crying. You should call her." He groaned.

"What happened to you? When she first got here you liked her." 

"Yeah well people are calling her 'Dirty American' and if I talk to her or hang around her, I'll be called that." 

"Since when do you care about your ego?" I snapped. "You're always up and at em when it comes to making someone welcome-" 

"Yeah that's cause they're from Ireland or England. She's from America Will. That's a huge difference. Your dad always sai-" 

"Shut up." He rose. "Do not bring my dad into this. I'll call her ok?" I took a deep breath. 

"Don't leave her out just cause she's American, you're starting to sound like Amanda." And I left the room. 

*~*~*Parker's P.O.V.*~*~*

"Don't leave her out just cause she's American, you're starting to sound like Amanda." He said before he walked out. I huffed. 

"Never bring my dad into my life." 

"Well he's right. You're starting to sound like Amanda." I groaned and put my hands in my face.

They're right you know? She's no different than you. My consensus told me. I thought.

You did have a crush on her Parker and you felt something when you kissed her that night. She's beautiful. 

"You're right Trevor. I'll call her and invite her to lunch tomorrow." He smiled and I got my phone from the desk. 

(L-Lola P-Parker)


Her voice was shaky

P-Hey Lola it's Parker. 

L-Oh hi. 

P-I'm sorry about earlier today. 

She sniffed.

L-It's ok I knew you would ditch me anyway. 

I felt so guilty. Did I make her cry?

P-I'm really sorry, my ego got the best of me today. I feel bad and I was wondering if you would want to hang out with us tomorrow? 

L-I don't know Parker. What about Amanda and your social status? 

P-I don't care about that anymore. I just don't want you to be left out. 

L-If you listen to me, it'll save you time. 

P-Lola listen, I don't care what Amanda says or what any one else says. I will carry you bridal style to that table if I haft to. I really like you Lola. I liked you since I first saw you. I don't care if I'm risking my popular status. I can't let you feel bad. I'm a kind hearted person and I'll feel so guilty. Like I did today. So please, sit with me and Trevor tomorrow. Anyone says anything. I'll hurt them.

There was a moment of silence.

L-Ok. I'll sit with you tomorrow. Meet me at the bathroom we were at earlier today.

I smiled. 

P-Thank you so much Lola! See you later. 

And I hung up.

*~*~*Lola's P.O.V.*~*~*

"Thank you so much Lola! See you later." And he hung up. I hit end and went to the bathroom. 

The last remaining make up from today was stained on my face. The tip of my nose was red and my eyes were swollen and puffy. I took a deep breath and went to my purse. 

I dug threw the bag and pulled out my pocket knife. 

I pulled out the smallest blade and pulled my cardigan off.

"One for mom and dad." I lightly pushed the blade on my scared skin. Making the first cut.

"One for Amanda."

"One for Parker." 

"One for me." I had five bleeding lines on my right arm. Before any blood could get on the carpet, I ran to the bathroom and turned the water on. I took my other hand and touched the blood on my arm. 

I took a little blood and drew an A on the mirror. I was still crying. Next came M-A-N-D then the finally the last A. 

Amanda's name written in blood. I washed the blood off of my arm and took some gauze from the first aid kit and wrapped my arm. 

See was that so hard? Felt good huh?

"It felt nice." I answered. I changed clothes and cleaned my pocket knife and didn't think about washing Amanda's name off of the mirror. I locked every lock on the door and crawled in bed. 

It was only 6 o' clock but it felt like an endless ray of pain and suffering. 

"Congratulations depression. You win."  

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