I was hiding from her, who, you might ask? Bridget, of course. That’s who. And in the library at that, too.

Because, as much as I hated parading around as her sudden and first girlfriend, I didn’t like to see Paige being all sad and lost, as if she had lost the one thing she always wanted. I guess, that was control, since Bridget took it by outing her to the school without even asking her.

I really hated my girlfriend right now, because of that.

No one deserved to be outed like that. And definitely, not Paige, who I was definitely in love with.

Because, seeing her all hurt, made me hurt as well.

I was sad because I couldn’t comfort her, as ordered by Bridget.

I could still hear her command disguised as a request playing in my head.

“Please don’t go to comfort her. What would everyone else think if they saw you, my girlfriend, being chummy with another girl?”

First of all, that another girl was the girl I was in love with, and second of all, I didn’t care what everyone thought. Well, I did. But, that was beside the point.

The point here was that, Paige was sad, and I was sad, and Bridget was happy. And as much as I wanted to be happy about being not bullied anymore and not having to wear that stupid paper bag anymore, I couldn’t. Because, I had found this relief through causing pain to someone else, that someone else being Paige, who I was in love with.

Hah, my life was getting worse by the minute.

And as if God had heard me sigh out a complain, He brought Bridget right to me.

At first, I saw her golden stilettos as she came to stand before me, and then I saw her long endless legs which were long, damn. I suddenly felt guilty for looking at another girl’s legs. My eyes were only for Paige, and only her.

Bringing my eyes up to her face, I gulped audibly as I saw her smirk.

“H-How did you find me?” I didn’t know why I had asked that since it was pretty obvious how. “I just asked Timothy.” Her smirk didn’t leave her face as she brought a well-manicured hand my way, maybe to help me stand up or to let go of it at the last minute and make me fall.

I grabbed her hand, nonetheless, not wanting to see her angry if I didn’t. What could I say more than that I was afraid of her.

The library was quiet, just like it always was, and here we were. Bridget immediately let go of my hand once I was standing correctly and grabbed onto my arm instead, before dragging me towards the exit of the library.

Honestly, I felt like a child being dragged out of the toys section of the mall by my mother. Even though, my mom never really dragged me away from anywhere.

I sighed loudly catching Bridget’s attention as she stopped just outside the library and gave me a look which practically screamed that if I didn’t say what I had on my mind, she’d drill through my skull and eventually somehow find out.

It made me shiver internally, and smile half-heartedly externally, as I shook my head. She only squinted her eyes back at me before continuing to drag me away from the library and to her class or something. I didn’t care where she took me, because I knew how sad Paige was which made me sad too.

What made me confused and a little bit scared, was when Bridget stopped by the bathrooms and entered the girls’ bathroom, with my body loosely following her.

“Get out.” Her voice was icy when she told some poor girl to leave the bathroom. That girl was just washing her hands. I felt bad for her almost instantly. I knew how scary Bridget was and could be, and God knows how much I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of an angry Bridget.

The girl quickly rushed out of the bathroom with her head down.

Bridget watched the door close again before going to check the stalls. It seemed like she was looking if anyone else was in the bathroom, and then she went to lock the bathroom door.

Let me tell you how scared I really was: I was just a second away from dropping to my knees and repenting for whatever I had done to get this isolation with Bridget. Maybe she wanted to kill me, maybe she just wanted to talk, but the pessimist part of my brain always spoke the answer that fit the situation.

She really does want to kill you, and then maybe try to flush your dead body down the toilet.

A vivid image of Bridget holding a plunger over a toilet that had half of my body inside of it, came into my head, and I tried extremely hard to make it disappear.

I didn’t even know when Bridget had come to stand in front of me, since I was so lost in my disgusting thoughts, but when she cleared her throat forcefully, my eyes immediately caught hers.

She had her arms folded across her chest with all of her body weight on just one leg. She looked angry, I think? Or she could just be judging me without my paper bag.

Oh, how much I missed my paper bag. It wasn’t that I liked being humiliated like that, and no, I definitely am not a masochist. But, it was the way I felt safe with my face hidden in it. It felt like no one could see even when I was everything that everyone could see, wherever I went. But, you get the drift, right? Right.

Silence spread around us, and I nervously shifted on my feet with nervous sweats covering my body. I must’ve looked unappealing at the moment.

Well, to me, everything I did was pretty much unappealing so it didn’t make a difference to me, but it did when it came to Paige. Dreamy sigh, Paige.

How can she be so beautiful and hot and sexy, and pretty much every word synonym to beautiful? It made my heart swell just thinking about her, and then it deflated when I thought of her sad face, and her crying eyes.

“How long are you going to stare off into thin air?”

I snapped out of my thoughts of Paige, by Bridget’s mad voice. She looked mad too. “Uh.” And that was my unintelligent response which I think, made her angrier and that resulted in her hands grabbing at the collar of my shirt.

Was she going to hit me? Or was she going to headbutt me? Or just simply put hurt me?

But, from the three options above, she did nothing.

Well, she did something. It was just that, the thing she did was pretty unexpected and bold! – I must say. But, to me, it was like she just declared something without even putting it into words.

I was just confused as to why she would ever, ever, kiss me.

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