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Cold was supposed to help with injuries and bruises, right? But would it help if they were on your heart? Kerry snorted slightly at her own idiotic thoughts. Good god she was being melodramatic. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before. Multiple times. She sighed slightly and leaned back against the tree, shivering slightly even through her slim pink winter coat.
Unfortunately, the traitorous thought that an old friend had told her started slipping into her mind- 'Just because it's happened before doesn't mean it hurts less now.' Bull. Shit. Kerry instantly reminded herself that because it had happened before, she should be used to it. Therefor it should hurt less.
But nope. Kerry was still just as stupid as she always had been before this school. She was no idiot, but her sweet nature tended to be too trusting. Which screwed her over, big time. So she had let herself be suckered in by one of those guys yet again. And she was paying, yet again. And, yet again, she was promising herself that she'd be smarter next time, and that she wouldn't fall for the lies and smiles and gifts. But even she knew she was lying to herself.
Therapy? Really? That's what they compared this school to? Pathetic. Although rather amusing Tate couldn't help but feel anger towards his parents. He knew what he did was wrong but seriously? Emotions flooded through Tates veins and he wanted to just do it. Maybe he could here. Maybe they're of watching as closely.
Tate looked around, finding any kind of weapons or location that could come to his advantage. He was suicide obsessed. And could they blame him? Tates friend must have rang him a million times and he just quickly ended each call. Just because Tate took the consequences for his wrong doings doesn't mean he had to forgive him. I mean, he told everyone he was gay and then Tate was bullied for half his life, what can you expect? And still everyday he was punished.
Tate would do anything to have this end. But all he could do was remind himself constantly to why he here. For his parents. He had to remain strong. Especially now. With a sigh Tate snug his hands in his front pockets, his back hunched over an stared at the floor. His hood covering his head. Maybe things would be better. Maybe the pain would go away. All the memories..the emotions. Tate let out a harsh laugh, Yeah, right.
Curling up tighter into herself, Kerry tilted her head back against the tree. Locks of her long blonde and pink hair spilled out around her face, and she bit her lip, closing her grey-green eyes as she did so.
Where was Chance? Chase? A wicked little thought snuck in about how they were never there for her when she needed them, but she knew that wasn't true. That was why she was out here in the first place- so she didn't have to tell them she'd screwed up. Again. She knew they wouldn't blame her, they'd be nothing but nice. But they didn't deserve to be dragged into her teen drama of her own making.
They didn't make her date him- no one had. No one but herself and that little urge in the back of her brain that was telling her that he couldn't be that bad, despite the evidence to the contrary. She sniffled, wiping her nose on her coat sleeve. Unfortunately, that was all it took for her to become a sobbing mess by the tree. At least she was alone as she hiccuped and sobbed and struggled to just stop.
