lost And Found Chapter Five
It was a cloudy dia in Mystic Falls. It was also a school day. I was running 20 minutos late to my first class. All becuase of what happen within six days.
I was sick of Dad's drinking problem so I took his cerveja away. That resulted in six days of pain. Three of which were shool days and the rest was the weekend.
I pulled on some clothes to cover the new bruising. I could cover almost everything except for the scratches and bruises on my face.
I ran to school and was forty five minutos late to Mr. Alaric's history class. But I walked into his class as if I wasn't late. I sat down in front of Jeremy's assento which he was sitting in.
Miss Salvatore please stay for a minute. Mr. Alaric asked.
I saw Jeremy lingering at the door. Wanting to know what Mr. Alaric was going to say.
Jeremy please shut the door on your way out. He said.
I gulped, scared as to what Mr. Alaric was going to say.
Victoria, how are you? He asked.
Fine thank you, I'm sorry that I was late to class. I said.
That's okay. Where were last week? You only came to two classes. He asked.
I was um at home. I said.
What happen? He asked.
You know everything what mais do I need to explain? I asked confused.
I'm just curious why you hadn't been out of your house in six days. He said.
I took Dad's cerveja away. I sighed.
Is that why you weren't here for three school days? He asked.
Yes, I just couldn't come to school. I was just so sore and embarrassed of the bruising. I said shyly.
I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. He said.
I am thank you. But I should get to my other classes. I said.
Right, if you need anything let me know. Mr. Alaric said.
I smiled and walked out the door and to went to my other class.
I walked in and sat seguinte to Jeremy.
What was that about? Jeremy asked on paper.
'Nothing. Nothig at all." I wrote.
Is it always nothing? He asked.
Just sometimes. I said.
I don't believe you. You're hiding something. Jeremy wrote.
How do you know that? I asked.
Because most teenagers don't have bruises on there arms. He wrote.
I don't know what you are talking about. I wrote.
I think you do. You're just hiding it. Jeremy wrote.
You wouldn't understand. I wrote.
Try me! Jeremy whispered.
No! I wrote.
Why not? He asked.
I ignored his pergunta and pushed his notebook away from me. But Jeremy pushed the notebook right back.
Stop! I whispered.
Just answer my question. He whispered back.
You can't make me. I whispered and smiled.
I'm sure I can. Jeremy smiled.
His smile, oh his smiled made my coração race.
Class was over so I quickly got up and went to my next. Jeremy came up behind me and grabbed my wrist lightly. He pulled me into a janitors' closet.
Just give it a rest. I said.
I want to know. He said.
I don't care, I am not telling you or anyone else. I said.
Come one Victoria, you know you want to tell me. He said.
Really how do you know that? I asked curiously.
Because you like me but I think you are scared of what I will say. He said.
Jeremy I am not telling you. I barley know you. I said.
He pulled me closer and started to kiss me. I pulled away, I didn't want him to kiss me just to get some stupid secret out of me.
Victoria, what could be the worst thing to happen if you told me? He asked.
For everyone else to know, espicially your sister and her new boyfriend. I said.
New boyfriend? Jeremy asked.
Yeah Stefan Salvatore. I said.
Oh they won't find out. He said.
You don't know that. You could get drunk or high and say something to either of them. I'm sorry but I can't. I said.
But I won't, I can keep secrets! He said.
Why do you want to know so bad? I asked.
I don't know, there is something inside me that wants to know. He said.
Jeremy you have to promise not to tell a soul. I sigh in defeat.
I won't, I promise. He said.
Alright here goes nothing...
It was a cloudy dia in Mystic Falls. It was also a school day. I was running 20 minutos late to my first class. All becuase of what happen within six days.
I was sick of Dad's drinking problem so I took his cerveja away. That resulted in six days of pain. Three of which were shool days and the rest was the weekend.
I pulled on some clothes to cover the new bruising. I could cover almost everything except for the scratches and bruises on my face.
I ran to school and was forty five minutos late to Mr. Alaric's history class. But I walked into his class as if I wasn't late. I sat down in front of Jeremy's assento which he was sitting in.
Miss Salvatore please stay for a minute. Mr. Alaric asked.
I saw Jeremy lingering at the door. Wanting to know what Mr. Alaric was going to say.
Jeremy please shut the door on your way out. He said.
I gulped, scared as to what Mr. Alaric was going to say.
Victoria, how are you? He asked.
Fine thank you, I'm sorry that I was late to class. I said.
That's okay. Where were last week? You only came to two classes. He asked.
I was um at home. I said.
What happen? He asked.
You know everything what mais do I need to explain? I asked confused.
I'm just curious why you hadn't been out of your house in six days. He said.
I took Dad's cerveja away. I sighed.
Is that why you weren't here for three school days? He asked.
Yes, I just couldn't come to school. I was just so sore and embarrassed of the bruising. I said shyly.
I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. He said.
I am thank you. But I should get to my other classes. I said.
Right, if you need anything let me know. Mr. Alaric said.
I smiled and walked out the door and to went to my other class.
I walked in and sat seguinte to Jeremy.
What was that about? Jeremy asked on paper.
'Nothing. Nothig at all." I wrote.
Is it always nothing? He asked.
Just sometimes. I said.
I don't believe you. You're hiding something. Jeremy wrote.
How do you know that? I asked.
Because most teenagers don't have bruises on there arms. He wrote.
I don't know what you are talking about. I wrote.
I think you do. You're just hiding it. Jeremy wrote.
You wouldn't understand. I wrote.
Try me! Jeremy whispered.
No! I wrote.
Why not? He asked.
I ignored his pergunta and pushed his notebook away from me. But Jeremy pushed the notebook right back.
Stop! I whispered.
Just answer my question. He whispered back.
You can't make me. I whispered and smiled.
I'm sure I can. Jeremy smiled.
His smile, oh his smiled made my coração race.
Class was over so I quickly got up and went to my next. Jeremy came up behind me and grabbed my wrist lightly. He pulled me into a janitors' closet.
Just give it a rest. I said.
I want to know. He said.
I don't care, I am not telling you or anyone else. I said.
Come one Victoria, you know you want to tell me. He said.
Really how do you know that? I asked curiously.
Because you like me but I think you are scared of what I will say. He said.
Jeremy I am not telling you. I barley know you. I said.
He pulled me closer and started to kiss me. I pulled away, I didn't want him to kiss me just to get some stupid secret out of me.
Victoria, what could be the worst thing to happen if you told me? He asked.
For everyone else to know, espicially your sister and her new boyfriend. I said.
New boyfriend? Jeremy asked.
Yeah Stefan Salvatore. I said.
Oh they won't find out. He said.
You don't know that. You could get drunk or high and say something to either of them. I'm sorry but I can't. I said.
But I won't, I can keep secrets! He said.
Why do you want to know so bad? I asked.
I don't know, there is something inside me that wants to know. He said.
Jeremy you have to promise not to tell a soul. I sigh in defeat.
I won't, I promise. He said.
Alright here goes nothing...
