Frist Dance (Crishtofer Drew Ingle Love Story)

Chapter Nine: Anti-Socialyy

I skipped school the next day. Nothing was happening, so I wasn't going to miss anything. I especially wouldn't miss Gwen glaring at me all through lunch while

trying to talk to Christofer. I told my dad I was sick, but even he could see it was a lie. I just wasn't myself; lying isn't what I normally do.

I stayed in bed all day. Not listening to music. Not reading. Not writing. Certainly not doing homework. Just lying there. I tried convincing myself that I was tired,

but that didn't work. This strange, warm feeling in my heart wasn't allowing me to sleep.

It might've been love.

No. Love doesn't happen to me. It can't.

I'm not fit for love.

Who could love me? I cried silently into my unicorn pillow pet, which I recently named Frank.

I barely knew why I was crying. I had no reason to cry. Nothing really bad had happened to me. I knew it wasn't the threats made by Gwen. No, those wouldn't

have hurt me so badly. Being me, I probably would've gone and talked to Christofer anyway. But something was nagging me. Pain?

No.

Love?

No...I already said no.

Than what is it? Why wasn't I in school?

I kept on crying.

Everything turned black in my bright room. I put the blankets over my head and cried some more.

My phone rang.

I didn't answer.

My phone vibrated.

I didn't text back.

Whatever it was that was eating me up inside, I was going to let it win.