Full Moon - Elaina H (e book reader android txt) 📗

I remember staying there all day, and half of the next. Until I could cover my bruises with makeup, I told my self.

That summer I changed, ‘Single girl this year, Gwen! You’re going to be a single girl!’ that was the chant that got me through the rest of the summer.

 

I wake up sweating and crying, with a scream. Mom dashes into the room, “Honey, what’s wrong?!” he face is alarmed.

“Nothing, Mom, it was just a really bad nightmare,” she nods her head and lets me go back to bed.

With tears drying on my face, I fall back into my dream.

 

People started sending me e-mails. More like hate mail. It took me two weeks to find out what had happened.

It came from Jordan, apparently Robert told the whole school that I called the idiot, hay brains, hill billy broncos, and I’d bashed the school and all the people in it.

I received the hate mail for weeks on end, until I couldn’t take it any more and deleted my account.

The weeks leading up to school I had crossed my fingers that everyone would forget, that I would still have friends.

But it didn’t matter to me anymore, I hated them all. I hated Robert; and I wanted him dead.

 

Again I awoke, except instead of tears, I had a burning anger in my heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Ten

When I did, officially, wake up for school the anger hadn’t subsided.

I think about my kiss with Finn, and it helps some. I realize that I look like a complete mess; therefore I must take a shower.

Turning the shower on, I step into it. A sigh of relief escapes my lips, the tension from last night slowly melting away.

When I step out of the shower Anna is standing on the rug, “Oh my God, what the heck are you doing?!” I immediately cover up, she just smirks.

“Where were you last night?” she asks skeptically.

I shrug, “No where important enough for you to interrupt my shower,” I mutter.

“Give it up, I know you went out with that Sherwood kid! Chad said he saw you making out last night!”

My jaw hits the floor, “Why was Chad watching?” I say sarcastically. “Is he a stalker?”

“No he saw you through my window!” I raise my eyebrows. “Yea, he’s definitely not a stalker,” I tell her.

She snarls at me, “Why are you going out with him anyways? He’s a total airhead! Chad swears he’s on drugs.”
I throw my arms in the air, “Because Chad says it must be true!” I shout.

She looks fiercely at me, “I hope you’re happy, pothead!” with that she swivels on her high healed flip flops and marches out the door.

With my towel, I wipe away the fog on the mirror, and look at myself.

All the sun I’ve been getting has caused freckles to come up on my cheeks and nose. My eyes are a really intense blue next to my tan skin.

My hair had gotten even longer and wavier. I looked like a beach hippi! After running the comb through my hair, I put the curly moose, that mother bought for me so many years ago, into my hair.

I smile at my reflection, no time for makeup. That’s not a problem, I’m actually okay not wearing makeup.

Heading downstairs Mom and Dad do a double take, “Wow, Gwen, you look really nice today,” Dad says.

“Thank you, Daddy! I wanted to try something different.”

Mom’s eyes are huge, “Oh God, Anna was right! Sweety, please tell me you are not turning into a Stoner!”

“Mom, if I was turning into a Stoner, I’d have on black, heavy makeup, not any at all,” I roll my eyes at Mom’s over reacting personality. “Besides, I sort of like it.”

“I do too!” Dad exclaims. “It’s more natural that way,” he says with a smile.

I grab two scones and exit the front door. Anna and Alice are leaning against the car. “Are you guys waiting for something,” Alice smiles shyly at me.

“You look real pretty, Gwen,” I smile at her.

“Thanks, Alice,” although Alice’s makeup scares me, it’s dark eyeliner all the way around her eyes and heavy mascara. When I look from Anna to Alice, they’re carbon copies.

“See you guys later,” I wave good-bye as Finn drives up.

He’s got that goofy grin again, the dream flashes into my brain, but I push it away. “Hey! I got something for you!”
“Really?”

“Okay!” he says back, and I laugh. “What have you got?!”

Finn turns the bike off, and points to the saddlebag. “Open it up.”

I look at him, “Should I be worried?”

“Probably not, just open it,” he’s wearing a white T-shirt with loose fitting jeans. His hair is a wreck from riding without his helmet.

I step forward and open up the saddlebag, “You helmet and leather jacket?”

A confused expression runs across his face, “Oops, sorry, other bag!”

I laugh at him, as he bounces on his toes, obviously excited. I open up the correct saddlebag this time and stare at the lather jacket and pink helmet. “Oh my God! You did not?!” I scream with joy.

He smiles real proud like, “Take out the helmet, look at the back.”

I pull it out, eyeing him. I stare at the 2COOL4U printed on the back. “Oh my goodness gracious, Finn! You shouldn’t have,” I run up to him and hug him.

I scream a little before putting the helmet on. Mom and Dad run out the front door, “What’s wrong, Gwen?!”

Finn steps out of the way, “Look what Finn got me! Isn’t it awesome, Dad!” I turn around and show him the back.

“Why doesn’t it surprise me that your helmet would say that?”

Mom wringing the already dry dish towel, “Be careful!”

I nod and slip on the leather jacket, “Thank you so much, Finn.” I think about giving him a kiss, but my parents are still standing right behind us.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Okay!”

Anna ‘mutters’, but of course we hear her, “God, I don’t even get that, okay?” she says to Alice.

I wave goodbye to my parents, and Finn takes off at a slower speed than usual, since they’re watching.

“Thank you,” I say into his ear as I squeeze him.

“No problem,” he smiles.

When we’re halfway there, Aaron pulls up along side us. I run my hand up Finn’s stomach and chest until I reach his shoulder.

It reminds me of the shot. “Finn?”

“Yea!?” he says quickly.

“How’d you fix your shoulder so quickly?” he takes a deep breath.

“I can heal faster than normal people, I’m actually the quickest healer in my family. I’m also the fastest runner. I’m pretty strong too.”

“Now you’re just bragging,” I tell him.

He shrugs, “Probably.”

As we pull into the school parking lot I see a lot of girls glare at me, but when they catch me they laugh. Oh well.

On our way to their parking spot, we pass Robert. My body goes ridged, and I have to sudden urge to pounce on him with a knife.

I want to ‘put him in his place’! Gosh, I hate him so much!

But what really makes my blood run cold, is when he turns and smiles at me. And then, he does the worst, he winks at me.

The minute Finn parks the bike, I toss my helmet off, and stalk up to Robert.

All the images from last night are popping up in my brain; there flashing by faster and faster. Anger is boiling over top.

I five feet away, four feet, three feet, two feet, one, “I hate you, did you know that?!” I spit at him. “I wish you were dead, I wish you were gone! I wish we’d never dated! For God’s sake, I hate your slimy guts! You drunken idiot!” I spit in his face, literally, and step forward to punch him.

Before I can beat the crap out of him, as much as I can anyways, arms wrap around me and hold me back.

I don’t cry though, I’m too angry for that. As the arms drag me back, I throw one last insult, “I hope you die alone, you evil man!” When Finn and Aaron drag me away I’m shaking, I look over my shoulder and Robert is pointing at his head making a crazy notion.

“Crazy idiot!” I yell.

“Calm down, Gwen,” Finn snaps at me.

The sudden burst of seriousness from him snaps me back to reality, “Oh no, what did I just do?” They drop my arms and I drop my head in my hands. “I’m such an idiot!”

Now that I’m away from Robert tears threaten to fall, “I need to use the restroom.”

“You’re not going to throw up again, are you?” Finn asks.

“I need to go to the restroom.” I say again, this time, and Finn listens.

We go together, and like he did before, he locks the door. “Gwen, I’m going to ask what happened now. After everything, I think it’s time to talk.”

I stare at him, tears threatening to fall, “Gosh I hate him!” I yell. I slide down the wall, and pull my long wavy hair, probably looking like a crazy person.

Finn squats in front of me, “I understand. I know, but you have me so worried when you talk like this. I’ve never seen you flip like that,” his expression is full of worry.

“You’re right, I’ve never flipped like that! It’s all because of those stupid nightmares! Gosh!” I’m talking to myself before Finn interjects.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” I nod slowly.

I sigh, “A story for another time,” I say quietly. He smiles sadly.

“When ever you need to tell me.”

I give him a shy smile, “Thank you,” I mouth.

“Are you sure you want to go back out there? You seem to like this place, princess,” he smirks at me.

“Shut it,” I mutter. He extends his hand, and helps me up.

“Ready?”

I nod my head, not feeling up to shouting ‘okay!’.

Finn unlocks the bathroom door, and grabs my hand. He squeezes it tight.

As we walk into the hallway people stare at me, I let my hair fall to cover my face. I guess it’s a good thing I wore it down today.

“You could look up, people are going to be bored with this by second hour.”

“I don’t know, Finn? I made a huge fool of myself earlier, it’s not going to go away,” I look up at him.

Smiling, “Bet you money know one says anything second hour?” I try to smile back.

“I guess,” I lean into him, “deal.”

“That’s a good Gwen,” he pats me on the head. “Now I’ll see you second hour to collect my money?”

Finn kisses me on the forehead, and I jerk back slightly; I don’t think he notices.

Heading to Spanish, is torture. Jordan is already sitting down. “Hey! You didn’t call me last night, I was worried. I ended up calling your cell three times, and you never answered.” I think back to last night.

“My phone was dead, I forgot to charge it, sorry,” I say real monotone, obviously not sorry.

“I don’t know what your problem is, Gwen, or if it has something to do with what happened this morning,” my stomach is in knots. Looking back I remember that Jordan was two people over from Robert, “but it’s got to stop. You’re just messing with me, and I’m done!”
“Of course, Jordan,” my voice snarky, “it has to do with what happened this morning. How could it not? This is not about you, it’s not about you and me together. This is about me right now,” it sounds awful, but the seriousness in my tone is obvious.

We don’t talk for the rest of class, in English at least (we were required to talk in Spanish for five minutes).

I stop at my locker where Aaron waits for me, “Hey,” I say somberly.

“Are you okay?” I shake my head.

“More or less, where’s Finn.”

He acts offended, “What? Am I not good enough for you?”

“No, it’s just, never mind.” He laughs at me.

“It’s okay, Finn is in the principal’s office,” my jaw drops.

“And how is that okay?!” I ask, flustered.

He shrugs, “I’m not sure what happened, really. You’ll have to ask him.”