"You know you can't escape me, right?"
I open my eyes to see the inside of a dark room. I can't see where the walls are and there isn't any light.
I try to move my arms and legs, but they don't move. I look down to see that they're tied up.
"Don't try to escape. It's useless," I hear the voice say again. I try to look around to find them, but I can't see anything.
"Show me your face, you fucking creep," I scream from the top of my lungs.
"Scream again and you'll regret it," they say in a dark tone.
I start moving and jerking in the chair, trying to break loose, but it doesn't work. I scream from the depths of my soul, hoping anyone will hear me.
Out of nowhere, a hand grabs around my neck and squeezes. I struggle for air.
"I said stay quiet," the person says, getting closer to my face.
Once they're closer, I can sketch out the features of their face. I don't have to study it too long to figure out who it is.
"Ryan."
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I wake up, gasping for air.
I look around and see the surroundings of my dark bedroom.
I touch my arms and legs to make sure they're still attached to me. I breathe a sigh of relief when I feel them still there.
It feels so hot in here right now. I take of my sweater to get some cool air. I wipe the sweat off of my face and I feel wetness coming from my nose.
"Shit." I run to the bathroom and in the mirror I can see blood coming from my nose. I hurry to get a tissue and lift my head back. Not sure if this works, but I've seen other people do it.
I walk back into my room when I stop my nosebleed and put my sweater back on.
I'm about to go back to sleep when I hear a clinking at my window.
Maybe it's just a tree tapping my window.
I close my eyes in hopes of getting some sleep. These nightmares keep coming and it's all Ryan's fault. Why did the asshole have to show up again?
I hear the tapping again and it sounds more like someone knocking at my window. I walk over to it and peek outside to see what it is.
I open the window in anger when I see who it is.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Chester? What the hell are you doing," I yell at him. He's sitting on the roof right in front of my window.
Being this close to him makes me feel disgusting.
"Can I talk to you, Spencer," he asks in a desperate voice.
"If you don't get off my roof right now, I'm calling Nick to come throw you off of it," I tell him, very serious about the threat.
"Please. Just a couple of minutes of your time. I know I don't deserve it, but-" I cut him off.
"You're right. You don't deserve it. Plus, it's four in the morning," I tell him. I'm surprised no one came into my room yet to ask if I was going insane.
He didn't show any signs of leaving. He just sat there outside my window.
"Nick," I start screaming. Chester slaps his hand over my mouth to shush me, but I bite it.
"Ow. Okay, okay! I'm leaving," he rushes and climbs back down the side of the house.
I breathe out an aggravated sigh and close the window. I hop onto my bed face down and just scream into my pillow.
I'm tired of boys!
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"So, why are you sitting with me today?" I look over at David and he gives me a confused face. A couple of seconds ago, I sat down at his usual lunch table. It came as a surprise to him and I haven't explains why I'm here yet.
I look across the cafeteria and spot Sky sitting down where I usually sit. Everyone sat there except for Jamie, Parker, and Chester. Jamie and Parker were heading towards this table, but Chester was nowhere to be found.
"Your crew kicked you out of the popular table," David asks sarcastically. I just roll my eyes at his comment.
"No. I just didn't want to sit there today," I tell him as Jamie and Parker sit down.
"Great. Would you like to invite anyone else," David asks, seeming annoyed. I punch him on the shoulder softly.
Suddenly, the lights in the cafe are turned off and I can hear everyone freaking out. A projector is turned on, reflecting onto one of the walls. A video starts to play.
"I didn't think he was really serious about doing this," I hear Jamie whisper to Parker. Parker shrugs his shoulders.
"Who are you talking about," I ask her. She doesn't say anything.
Music starts to play. It's Photograph by Ed Sheeran and I turn my head back to the wall projecting the video. I pause in shock when I see a picture of me.
It's an old one of me when Chester and I went on our date to that garden maze restaurant. I have ice cream all over my face and I'm laughing. It's followed by one of me throwing ice cream at Chester who's behind the camera.
The projector runs through more images of my time spent with Chester. Some of the pictures I didn't even know were taken. There's even one of me sitting on the cliff at the camping trip we took.
I can feel a smile growing on my face, but I wipe it off once I remember Chester is behind this. It could only be him.
The images stop and a message is written for everyone to see. The message says "I'm sorry for everything I've done that has hurt you and I promise if you give me another chance I won't make the same mistake. I just want to ask, will you go to prom with me?"
Before I can even process the question, the lights are back on and everyone has their eyes on me. I don't know what to say or do. I hate all of this attention. I can feel myself sweating.
Then I hear footsteps behind me and I know who it is. It could only be one person.
"Spencer," he says in a questioning tone. Everyone is quiet, holding their breaths as I turn in my seat to see Chester.
He's wearing a gray tuxedo and holding a bouquet of mixed, colorful flowers. His bluish gray eyes dig into me, waiting for me to say anything.
"Will you go to prom with me? Will you forgive me? Can we start over," he asks all in one breath.
I close my eyes for second, just wanting to think. I hate all this pressure. It's like I can feel everyone breathing down my neck.
I do care for Chester and I always will. I have already forgiven him for everything he has done, but that doesn't mean that I have forgotten. I hate seeing him hurt, but that doesn't mean I have to say yes.
I open my eyes again, knowing my decision.
"I forgive you, Chester, but I don't want to start over and I'm not going to prom with you," I whisper to him, hoping no one can hear my answer but him. The bell rings to signal the end of lunch.
Everyone starts to leave, but Chester stays standing in front of me, quiet. I stand up and look at Chester, not knowing what to say.
I'm about to walk away when he grabs my hand gently with his.
"I'm not giving up. I'll keep trying until I can't anymore," he says in a soft voice. It gives me a warm feeling in my heart, but I know I can't trust how I feel about him. My feelings always get in the way of me using my head.
Getting hurt once is enough. I won't give him another opportunity.