Forbidden

    Sitting here in English class, I slowly stare at the clock as the second's ticked by, today has been extremely slow, and I am ready to get out of these classes. I was sitting through another day of the same courses and the same people. I have grown up in this town and school since I was a little kid. Our town York, Maine, isn't what some would call small by any means. However, it isn't large either, being in the same school, your whole life wouldn't be so bad either, but when you were the youngest in your grade and the only virgin left! Well, that made almost every day, not worth even coming to school. Mean girls being the exact definition of why high school can be horrible for girls like me. Everyone in this school and town knew I was a virgin because the popular girls would do anything to embarrass me. I always sat in my last class, waiting for the day to end. I was waiting for the time when I would hear the most exceptional sound of the day, our school bell! It is my senior year, and I am only three short months from graduation! I have every intention of getting as far away from this state as possible. My family puts me out as the outcast, always telling me what a waste it is to be apart of their family. I didn't care how it happened, but I would do almost anything to no longer be apart of my family and away from everyone I grew up with!     The bell rings loudly through our classroom, and I rush up out of my seat and dart out of my class rapidly. As I walk briskly through the halls, I threw my hood over my head and stared at the ground as I walked. This tactic usually helped me avoid all the awful names and comments anyone felt the need to throw my way. I finally made it to the entrance and let out a sigh of relief when I made it free without being stopped by any of the popular kids. Most kids would go home as soon as they got out of school, not me, though. I don't go home till it started to get dark because I had no reason to be there. My family didn't want me there, and I definitely didn't want to be there. I headed towards my usual spot in the woods. Once I made it to my place deep in the woods, I pull out my small blanket from my bookbag and lay it on the ground. I pull out all my schoolbooks and try to dive into my homework. I didn't have a lot of schoolwork since it is so close to graduation. I couldn't seem to focus on my studies, so I laid back on my blanket and closed my eyes. I tried to clear my mind from the school day and all the things I need to get accomplished.     I jerk my eyes open when I hear a rustling in the woods behind me. I slowly sit up and look around to see if I can see anything. I am not much of a survivalist, but I knew the basics, and making quick moments is one of the worst things I could do. So, I took deep breaths to slow my breathing and continue to look around slowly. I couldn't find anything in the woods, but I am too startled to lay back down. Instead of going back to my studies, I decided to pull out my small sketchbook and draw the woods. I rummage through my backpack for my headphones so I can turn something on to distract my mind. I finally find my headphones and plug them into my phone and open up my book app. I decide on a novel that I have read and listened too many times. This way, I don't have to focus on the story too much and concentrate on my drawing. As "The Great Gatsby" starts playing in my ears, I pick my pencil back up and scan the forest. I pause when I notice a bright yellow bird sitting up high in a tree not far from where I sit. As I sit here studying this majestic bird, I wonder what it would be like to be so free. To be apart of nature and to feel the brisk air high up in the sky. Another rustle in the woods brought me back down to reality, and this time I wasn't able to stay so calm. I whipped my head in the direction of the noise and started to pant heavily. I was always out in the woods and never heard anything, and today this is the second time it sounded like something in the woods. I quickly gathered my things into my book bag and headed towards the road.     I wasn't sure what was going on, but I sure as hell wasn't sticking around to find out. Once I was clear of the woods, I stopped walking so quickly and tried to catch my breath. It was far too early to head home now, so I decided to head towards the lake. At least there it was public, and I could get some more drawing done. Once I got to the lake, I noticed a large crowd of kids my age fouling around. I squinted to see the group and rolled my eyes when I noticed who it was. The popular crowd! Well, they were the last thing that I wanted to deal with right now. So, I turned to go towards a more secluded part of the beach and was lucky to find a clearing I never noticed before. There were tons of rocks around and even a small rock bridge as well. I got into a spot that gave me a great view of the bridge and pulled my sketchbook back out. I turned my head from side to side as I studied the landscape in front of me. I wanted to memorize its structure and observe it from many angles to make sure I did the landscape justice. "Too young and pretty to be all alone." I froze when the soft but deep voice came from behind me. I could tell if it was a man or a boy's voice, but the tone sent chills down my spine.     I didn't want to turn around, but I feared what was waiting behind me if I didn't. I slowly turned and was in aww by the boy standing behind me. The boy was taller than any man I had ever met before. He had blonde hair and blue eyes that were staring intently at me. My brows furrowed as I roamed over his whole body and realized his clothing wasn't for the beach. As if he hadn't come here intentionally, but what were the odds that he did come to the beach and find me none the less. The boy raised an eyebrow, and I realized I still had yet to answer him. "It's easier to draw alone," I said, lifting my sketchbook. "Helps me not to get distracted," I finished. I gave a shy half-smile hoping not to show the guy how uneasy I felt in his presence. There was just something about this guy that put me on edge. Even though to look at him, he was gorgeous! He did give off a bit of a devilish demeanor.     He was standing there, staring at me and turning his head slightly every once in a while. As if he was studying me, just like I had just been studying the bridge. "Well, I'm going to get back to my drawing." I shrugged my shoulders in hopes that he would get the hint I was trying to drop. He just stood there as if he wasn't going to budge. I just got to this place, and I didn't want to leave. I tried to draw this bridge and kill time before I had to go home. I started to think of other things I could say to get this guy to leave so I wouldn't have to leave. Then I saw him open his mouth and I hoped I wouldn't regret saying anything to him. "I didn't mean to disturb you. You really shouldn't be alone like this. It can be unsafe, you know," the guy gave a wicked grin. Yeah, it can be unsafe, like right now, with him here with me! I tried to keep my breathing calm so he wouldn't notice that I was uncomfortable. If he was a psycho or murderer, I didn't want to entice him. "Of course! I won't be here long. Just finishing this sketch really quickly," I emphasized the word quickly. The guy just nodded his head and turned to walk away. I allowed a small sigh to escape my lips when he turned and started to walk away. I didn't know why I was feeling conflicted right now. It was as if I didn't want him to leave, but I didn't feel safe.     I just stared at his back, watching him walk away. As if he could feel me staring, he turned and looked back at me. I bit my lip and quickly looked down at the ground to avoid his gaze. "I hope to see you again," he said. I jerked my head up to look at the man after hearing him say such a thing to me but gasped when he wasn't there. Where the hell did he go? I mean, he just got done telling me that he hoped to see me again. How in the world did he walk away so fast? I could see a pretty good distance down the beach, and he was nowhere in sight. I was so baffled by what happened that I seem to have lost track of time. I didn't even realize that I had been sitting here in this same position, staring at the spot that he occupied until I heard a ringing sound. I shock my head snapping out of whatever trance I was in to realize that it was pitch blackout. Then the realization hit me that it was my phone ringing when the ringing sound started again. I quickly searched through my bag for my cellphone but didn't get to it in time because it already stopped ringing. Then my phone pinged with an incoming text message. I looked at my locked screen as the message preview popped up. I rolled my eyes in no surprise at a new message from my mom appearing. I unlocked my phone and opened up my mom's message. "Where the hell are you?" I wasn't shocked at all by this message! Normal parents might try calling more than twice if their daughter was out later than usual. Or even message something about being concerned and wanting to make sure everything was okay. Nope, not my parents, all they seemed to care about was that I get home as soon as it turned dark. I quickly typed a message to my mom saying I lost track of time and was almost home. It was a lie that I was almost there, but I knew they didn't care about my safety anyways. I started to throw all my things into my bag again and then threw it over my shoulder. I began to jog towards my house so I could make it home faster than if I walked. I didn't care that I was late, but it was dark out, and I wasn't crazy about being alone. Then the thought of the guy from earlier ran across my mind. I silently prayed to myself right then that I wouldn't run into him on my way home.     I stayed on the main road and didn't take any of my usual short cuts. The jogging would help make up the time of going the long way to get home. As soon as I got back, I darted in the front door and started to go straight up the stairs. "Where the hell have you been?" A stern voice stopped me as I was halfway up the stairs. I turned to see my father standing at the base of the stairs, glaring up at me. "Sorry, I lost track of time. I was sketching…" "I don't want your damn excuses. You know the rules, and you are to be home before dark. Don't make me say it to you again! Do you understand?" He said, cutting me off. "Yes, sir," I simply replied. My father scoffed in disgust as he turned and walked toward his bedroom. I wasn't sure what it was about me that disgusted my parents, but I wasn't too interested in finding out. I was an only child but didn't look anything like my parents. Part of me has always wondered if I was adopted or if they stole me from a loving family. I, however, had my father's quick temper and my mother's stubborn streak. I might not look physically like either of them, but personality-wise, it is spot on. My straight black hair and dark brown eyes were so different from their blonde hair and blue eyes. I used to admire my mother's beauty, but the older I get, the more grateful I am to look completely different than her. My mother is very vain and only cares for her beauty, and she spends more money on cosmetic surgeries than a celebrity. My father wanted a trophy wife, and that is what he got with my mother. She doesn't work or even thinks for herself, and she does what my father wants and says. In the beginning, she used to stand her ground on certain things, but he beat that stubbornness out of her. Ever since then, she doesn't even move unless he says that it is okay. Maybe that is why they both hate me so much because my mother used to only stand up for herself if it involved me. She no longer protects or defends me, so I keep my distance. I am not sure what I would do if my father felt the need to beat out my stubbornness. I have his temper, and I don't see that ending well, so I stay out of their way. That seems to work the best for all of us and makes at least the time I am home easier than the hours I am at school. I lay back on my bed and stare at my ceiling above my bed. Admiring the many sketches that I have hung, making it appear as if a universe of stars is above me. I hoped one day I could change lives with my drawings! Giving people their escape from a life they live, just like the escape I get from this hell I live in now!     I rolled over and tucked myself under the covers trying to will myself to go to sleep. The minute I closed my eyes, that strange guy's face appeared before my eyes. I jerked upright in my bed by the sudden sight of his face. Why is this guy's face haunting me! I haven't been able to get him out of my head from the moment I met him. Now I can't even close my eyes without seeing his face. I scrub at my face trying to shake off the shock of this man. I stopped rubbing my face when I heard yelling coming from downstairs. I slowly got up from my bed and walked towards my door. I pressed my ear against the door, but I was still unable to make out what was being said. So, I slowly turned the doorknob and placed my other hand on the door to slowly open it. I was trying not to make any noise that could be heard all the way downstairs. When I knew that no one heard me, I walked over to the top of the stairs. I could listen to my father yelling, and it sounded like he was right at the bottom of the stairs. I wasn't sure who he was yelling at until I heard him say, "she is your bastard child!" I then knew he was yelling at my mother, but I wasn't sure what he meant. I knew they hated me, but did his disgust run so deep that he wouldn't even claim me as his child? The screaming continued, and I just stood there listening to him yell about how much he hated the change my mother forced on him. Then I froze when a few select words stuck in my mind. "I will take care of it! Like I should before you brought it home!" That only meant one thing, that my father could have possibly meant by those words. I was the "it" he was referring to, and if taking care of me meant taking my life! Well, I wasn't going to stay around for him to try!     He didn't want me as a daughter, and I didn't want him as a father. So, I could no longer make sense of why I stayed in this home. I grabbed my backpack and made sure all my things from earlier today were still in it. Then I quickly added as many clothes as I could stuff in and threw on some shoes. My room was on the second floor, but I was lucky enough to have the garage built out from my room. I rushed to the window and whipped it open. I chucked my bag out the window and then proceeded onto the roof of the garage. I stared down at the ground, wondering how the hell I was going to get down. If I jumped, I knew I wouldn't break anything because it wasn't that far of a fall. I did know that it was going to hurt like hell when I hit the ground! I looked back as the screaming got louder, and I was able to make out what was being said. I knew that meant my father was coming up the stairs, and I no longer had any time. I didn't want him to see me jumping off the garage roof. I didn't want him to know the direction I was running either, because I could risk him following me. I didn't have any friends, so I knew there was no way he would have any idea of where to even look for me. Not that he or my mother would come looking for me, to begin with. I would finally be rid of my god-awful parents and out on my own! I wasn't sure how I was going to finish my last three months of school, but I knew I would figure it out if it were the last thing I did!     Without realizing it, I had ended up back in the woods, and I enjoy spending my days. A smile crossed my face as I started into the opening of the woods to find my clearing. Once I arrive at the clearing, I pulled my small blankets out of my bag and set them up. I pause to listen for any rustling sounds deep within the woods. Nothing rang out in my ears, so I laid down on my blankets and closed my eyes. It didn't take me long before I was falling fast asleep on the wilderness floor. I was jarred awake by tree branches breaking and leaves rustling. I whipped my head in all directions trying to stay as quiet as I could be. I didn't see anything, not even a pair of eyes around me. So, I laid back down and tried to calm my racing heart so I could go back to sleep. The alarm ringing finally awoke me by my side and the early sun peering through the trees. I scoped out my surroundings and grabbed a few things from my bag before heading towards the stream. Once I got to the stream, I dipped my head in to wet my hair and rinse off my face. I got all refreshed up and then started to gather my things to put them back into my bookbag. I threw the bag over my shoulder and began to head out of the woods when I collided with something. I wasn't able to see what I hit because I was flat on my butt before I could even look. I quickly sat up concerned with the animal or person that I have just rudely run into. I opened my mouth in surprise when I saw a slender young girl like myself sitting across from me. She has jet black hair that was straight, flowing down to at least her butt. I stared into her eyes and noticed that they were almost as black as her hair, and her beauty struck me. She had porcelain looking skin and was wearing jogging clothes. Though I had never seen her before, she doesn't seem as shocked by seeing me as I was seeing her.     I squinted my eyes, trying to tell if this girl went to school and if she was one of the many mean girls I had to put up with daily. I could tell that I had never met her before. However, she still seemed familiar in a way to me. "Oh, I am so sorry!" The young girl said, stammering. "No, please, this was my fault. I was rushing and didn't even look where I was going." I tried to apologize to the girl. "It's okay! Sometimes when I run, my music is more interesting to me than anything else." The girl said, laughing. "Hey, I'm Ophelia," she held her hand out. I was stunned by her name. It was so odd yet very much like my own, I thought. Then I realized I was just staring at her and not speaking. No wonder people made fun of me, I tended to be a bit odd. "Hey, I'm Tahlia." I took her hand and shook it. "It's nice to meet you, Tahlia," Ophelia replied. "So, do you go to school around here?" I hesitated, unable of how to answer that. If she was new, there was a good chance that she would be torturing me soon with the rest of the girls from my school. I decided to give her a chance, though, because even though my family hated me, I did have manners. "Um, yeah. I go to school here in town." I finally responded. "Great! I hate being the new girl. I have to rush home to get ready, you should come with me, and we will walk to school together." Ophelia didn't give me much of a choice to answer whether I wanted to follow her or not. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me along before I could even tell her yes or no. Ophelia pulled me out of the forest and onto the road as we headed towards her house. I don't know why, but I expected her to lead in the direction I lived. She didn't, though, and we were heading in the path to go out of town. "So, what is the school like?" She asked. "It is a typical school, I guess. Everyone has their little cliques, and you have the typical jocks and mean girls." I snorted. I tried not to be bitter about how I had been treated my whole life, but I couldn't avoid it sometimes. I wished I could move to a new town or hell even out of Maine altogether. That wouldn't change everything anyway, because I was stuck with the parents who resented me for whatever reason.        I was happy that this hell would be over soon, and now maybe I would have a friend to help me survive the remaining three months of high school. "Okay," she drawled, "then what is your family like? Are you an only child?" "I am an old child, and well," I paused. "I wouldn't say my parents are the best. You can tell they regret having a child, and I kind of ran away last night." I stopped walking. Ophelia turned to look at me, and all I saw on her face was confusion, not a look I was expecting when telling someone that I wasn't wanted and ran away from my family. "Is that why you were in the woods so early this morning?" Ophelia asked as she walked closer to me. I didn't know what to say, so instead, I just bowed my head and nodded. I didn't want anyone's sympathy or pity, so I couldn't bring myself to look her in the face. "You can stay with me. School's almost over, anyway, right? Then we have the summer to do whatever we want." Ophelia tugged on my arm. "Are you a senior this year?" "I am," I answered shortly. Ophelia started jumping up and down in the air and clapping her hands together. I wasn't sure how to act because I wasn't used to having any girlfriends, but her joy was infectious.     So, I started to smile awkwardly at her while she bounced around in front of me. Once she was done with her joyful outburst, she began to head down the road again. Shortly we came to a mailbox and a gravel driveway. Trees covered the driveway, and you couldn't see very far in front of you. I hesitated when Ophelia started to walk down the driveway, but she pulled me along with her. Once we arrived in front of the house, I gasped at the site! It was huge! It looked like a cottage out of a fairytale that was on steroids, and I can't believe I didn't know this house had been here. "Hurry up, or we are going to be late!" Ophelia yelled. I didn't realize that she had gone into the house, and I was still standing here with my mouth wide open. I walked into the house and glanced around before fully walking into the entrance hall. I slowly turned a full circle while looking up to the ceiling. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside and just as massive.     I never made it to any part of the house, because Ophelia was already rushing down the stairs, out of the house before I could move. So, I shut the door behind me and started to follow after Ophelia quickly. I had to start jogging just to catch up with her! "Hey, don't you want to lock the door?" I asked once I finally reached her. "Nah, my parents aren't big on locking doors. It's secluded, so I am sure it will be fine!" I didn't question her any further, because she was partially right. I have lived in this town my whole life and never even knew the house was there. I would imagine most of the people in our city were the same way as well. We finally made it to the school and started up the steps to the front doors but were stopped by my least favorite people! "Well, well, look who we have here. Since when do you get to school at the last minute, dwarf?" Leslie asked. I just sighed and rolled my eyes as I went to pass the group of girls. I was quickly jerked back before I could take a second step. "Leslie was talking to you! You will not disrespect her like that!" Bethany said, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me backward. This was the last thing I wanted to deal with this morning! Besides the fact that I slept on the hard ground that previous night, but I had finally made a friend, and I didn't want her to know she chose the loner to befriend. I opened my mouth to speak but then was stopped when I had been bumped forward. I started to stumble towards the ground when a hand grabbed my arm and spun me into them. I thought that Ophelia was coming to my rescue, but quickly learned otherwise when I met by blue eyes. "I am so sorry I wasn't even looking where I was going…" the boy paused. This was the boy from the beach just last night! What were the odds that he would be running me over in front of my school this morning? "No, it's fine," I simply replied as I took a step back out of his grasp. I couldn't take my eyes off his, though, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Yeah right! This boy was gorgeous, with his pale skin and muscular body. He had beautiful blue eyes and short wavy blonde hair that was perfectly styled.     What the hell was I thinking! Perfectly styled? What was I, a drooling teenager? This boy just ran me over like I didn't even exist, and now I was gawking over him. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I got the feeling that he knew what I was thinking. I couldn't stand here any longer. As I could hear the loud laughing coming from Leslie's direction. I took one last look at this boy, and then I looked over at Leslie and her group of bimbos and just rolled my eyes. I turned on my heels and walked into school and straight to my locker. This day wouldn't be over soon enough! I shoved my bag into my locker and headed towards my first class, trying not to think about everything that had happened! "Hey, are you okay?" Ophelia asked as she grabbed my elbow and pulled me to a stop. "Yeah, nothing I am not used to!" I tried to turn and walk away. "Wait, talk to me!" "Ophelia, you are going to learn soon that I don't fit in around here. I don't have any friends, and that group of girls do everything they can to make me miserable," I sighed. "I'm sorry I need to get to class." Without another word, I turned on my heel and headed towards the direction of my first class.     I sat through the first part of my day just doing the bare minimum and avoiding my teachers. Most of my teachers liked me, so if I wasn't engaging in class, they didn't seem to bother me or try to push me, which I was always thankful for. When the bell finally rang for lunch, I sighed with relief and annoyance all at once. Lunch meant that my day was almost over, but I have never made it through a quiet lunch since I got into high school. Especially after this morning! I knew Leslie and her gang of cheerleaders were going to seek me out. I knew they enjoyed watching me get practically ran over this morning, but they wouldn't forget that I bluntly ignored them. I slowly walked to the food line and got my tray while I made my way through the line. I heard loud laughter and turned to see Leslie and her gang laughing and staring at me. I just rolled my eyes and looked away. I was thinking only three more months to myself. "You shouldn't let them get to you." I turned to see Ophelia standing behind me in line with a tray of food. I wasn't sure why the new girl was so interested in me, but I didn't care. It was just lovely to have a friend and someone who cared about me! "I try, but sometimes it is just so damn hard!" I said as I clench my fists. "Well, what about the hottie this morning? I would be more focused on him!" Ophelia giggled. "You mean the jerk who practically ran me over! Yeah, no, thanks!" I replied as I turned to find a table. I tried to ignore Ophelia's suggestion because if that guy were interested, he wouldn't have run me over.     However, I had never seen him before yesterday and this morning. I found it odd that we had two new students on the same day when we haven't had one since I've lived here. "Is he your brother?" I turned and asked Ophelia. "Who the guy from this morning?" I nodded at her. "No, I'm new to remember. I don't know anyone, but you girl!" "I've never seen him before, so he has to be new as well," I told her. Then I turned back around to try and find a table, but instead, I saw him! There he was standing in the doorway to the cafeteria, and he was staring at me. I wasn't sure why I couldn't take my eyes off him, but he was by far hotter than anyone else in our school. "Look!" Ophelia said, bumping me with her elbow. I looked at Ophelia and then followed her line of sight, then I knew instantly what she was referring to. Leslie was staring at the new guy, and the look on her face gave her away. She always got what she wanted. The guys at our school never told her no! Leslie was comfortable, and she always put out on the first date, so there was no surprise why all the guys were interested in her. Despite my dislike for her, she was beautiful, and I couldn't blame the guys either. I just sighed and rolled my eyes as I watched Leslie push her boobs up and head towards the new guy. "Come on, and I don't want to watch her conqueror yet another guy in our school." I started walking towards a nearby table that a group of kids just vacated. It gave me a view of the cafeteria door, and I couldn't help but watch the show against my better judgment.     I wasn't shocked by Leslie's bluntness when she walked up to the guy and started to rub on his arm and then his chest. She slowly leaned into him so her boobs would push up against him, and then she began to whisper in his ear. I started to turn away but then realize this guy was entirely focused on me! He hadn't acted as if Leslie was even there. I wanted to pull my gaze away from the scene that Leslie was creating, but this guy's eyes were so enticing, and I didn't want to look away from them. The gasps around the lunchroom pulled me out of my daze, and I realized that the new guy was no longer with Leslie. I looked around and saw Leslie was back with her girl group, and you could see the anger rolling off her. However, I was utterly lost as to what just happened? "What the hell happened?" I turned to Ophelia "Weren't you watching?" Ophelia asked me in confusion. "I mean, I was looking over there, but I wasn't paying attention." I quipped. "Well, I think you are about to find out." Ophelia was sitting there, and then a smile crossed her face, and you could see almost every tooth in her mouth! What the hell did she mean by she thinks I am about to find out?     Dammit! Why couldn't I have just been paying attention? Then I would know what was going on, and I wouldn't have to try and decipher what my new friend was trying to say. "Tahlia." I heard my name in a low but forceful voice, a voice I had heard before. I turned and saw him standing on the other side of the table! I just sat there staring at him, dumbstruck that he had just said my name! "It is Tahlia?" He questioned me. "Umm, yes," I stumbled to say. "It is nice to meet you officially. I am Damon," he paused as he rounded the table. "I wanted to apologize for how rude I was this morning. If I hadn't been staring at my phone, I wouldn't have run into you." Damon said as he reached for my hand. I wasn't sure why I was attracted to Damon, he wasn't my type at all, but there was something about him. "No need to apologize, these things happen all the time," I said, but Damon pulled me to my feet. I turned my head to Ophelia, pleading with my eyes for her to help me. She just sat there with that stupid smile on her face, and I knew she wouldn't be of any help.     So, I turned back to face Damon but hadn't realized he stepped closed to me. When I turned my face around, our lips were inches from each other. "Well, I was hoping you would accompany me on a date this evening." I could tell by the look in Damon's eyes that he wasn't asking me, but tell me I would be going on a date with him tonight. "Tonight isn't good for me. Thank you, though." I said, pulling back from him. I took a couple of steps back to give myself some distance but ran into something instead. I turned to see Ophelia standing behind me, and she was pushing my back so that I would step closer to Damon again. I had no idea why Ophelia was so pushy for me to go out with this guy, but I didn't appreciate it. My attention was brought back to Damon when he clasped onto one of my hands. "I will see you at seven! Let's say our place on the beach." Damon leaned down slightly and placed a kiss on the back of my hand and then looked up at me and winked. Damon dropped my hand and turned to leave the lunchroom before I could say anything further. I was so dumbstruck that I didn't notice anything else going on around me, I just stood and watched Damon leave. A hand tightly grasped me by the elbow so hard that I audibly said ouch. "Let's go!" Ophelia said while pulling my arm. This girl and I needed to have a severe talk about pulling me around like her rag doll. I looked at Ophelia in confusion and opened my mouth to say something until I saw her nod her head. I followed it and saw that Leslie and her gang of bimbos were barreling towards me! I no longer put up a struggle as I allowed Ophelia to pull me along with her. Before I knew it, Ophelia was pulling me out of the school and in the direction of her house. I wanted to protest about how we still had a half-day of school left but thought against it when I noticed that Leslie and Bethany were hot on our heels.