Let me love you *Completed*

Amanda Wilson is a battered, beaten down girl who's just about had enough. She just wants it to be over and it's about to be, until a new kid comes into town. Seth Monroe. He can't figure out what's wrong with her, why she won't open up, why she can't let him love her. Is Amanda to broken to open up?


5. Library

When I got up the next morning, my dad wasn't home. I made sure to call his name out before I went into my old room. I missed my clothes. I put on a yellow sundress and my brown leather jacket with matching flats. I put my hair in a bun and make my lunch. Today was going to be the best day ever.

I walked down the hall, happier than ever. Amanda! Seth jogs next to me and grins. What's up? I smile at him. Nothing. Did you remember the French test today? He groans, leaning his head against my locker. I forgot! Help me study? I look up into his eyes. He was so close, I could see gray flecks in his blue eyes. We shared the same breath. I bite my lip and his eyes flicker to my mouth. Sure. I breathe and spin around, my heart beating loudly in my chest. Meet me in the library during free period! I call over my shoulder before running down the hall. My tracker phone buzzes in my pocket and I flip it open. Amanda! My dad's voice sounded relieved. I walk into the janitor closet and lock the door. What? I breathe. He sighs. Amanda don't speak to me like that, I'm your father. Come home early again. I shiver at the thought of what he did yesterday. Sure. I whisper before clicking the end button. My chest heaves up and down quickly as I pace, making me light headed and zapping the happiness out of me like a vacuum. He can't do that again, right? I hold in my tears and push open the door, walking to English.

During lunch, I walk to the library to wait for Seth. I take out my pad and start sketching when he sits in front of me. Hey. He grins and unwraps his sandwich. I smile a little, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. He looks at me. Aren't you going to eat anything? I push the bag closer to him, suddenly not hungry. No.....I'm okay. I manage to say. He puts down his sandwich and takes my bag, opening it and tearing open a bag of apples. He takes one and my mouth waters. Come here. I lean forward, confused. Open. I make my mouth into a little o and he softly puts it in my mouth, making me blush. I chew and sit back, smiling a little. He grins at me and pushes back my bag. I take out the French worksheets and study guides. I could've sworn my ears were still red by the time the bell rang. I gotta go, I'll see you later? I nod and he gives me a side hug before running out of the library. My side was still warm from when he pressed against me. I take my things and go, slipping the rest of the apples in my pocket.

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