He left!?  After what happened, what almost happened, he just left.  I'm so confused.  He'd looked so hurt, I don't understand what's going on, he could have any girl, has had most of them, everyone knows Shane Woodson doesn't do more than one night stands.  So why's he worried about what I'll feel like tomorrow? What's he playing at?  Pulling my dress back on and straightening my hair out, I grab the bottle of sambuca and head downstairs, carefully since the floor seems to be dropping away from me every time I take a step. The party's still going strong and despite checking all over the house, Shane's nowhere to be found. I feel the desperate need to apologise to him, to ask him to come back and tell him that I don't hate him. To erase the hurt that was on his face before he left and ask him what's really going on.  "Oi, share." Alex grabs the bottle from my hand and slings his arm over my shoulder. Leani

I get home quite late on Saturday after spending the day playing computer games at Danny's. Thankfully my mums not home until Sunday night, I can't face any sort of questioning until I know what's going on in my own head.  Now I'm alone, I let the thoughts of Shane flood my brain. I still don't really understand what happened last night, but I know I've got a crush on him that is refusing to go away. At least until I figure out what his game is, I hope it goes away then anyway, because I feel like an idiot right now. Who fancies their bully? Seriously? There's got to be a name for people like me and not a complimentary one!   I hear a noise outside, like something large being knocked over and Molly starts barking, running towards the sound. Reluctantly, phone in hand and 999 already ent

I lie nervously on the chair in the tattoo shop, my jeans pushed low and my top on the chair underneath me. I grip Shane's hand as the guy, Marcus, traces the tattoo onto my skin. "Hey, you'll be fine." Shane whispers, kissing my fingers. The gesture is confusing and distracts me momentarily from my fear, but then the machine starts in the corner and I jump. Marcus comes towards me with the needle, buzzing like a thousand angry bees and I squeeze my eyes shut, crushing Shane's hand with mine. He whispers something in my ear, but I'm too stressed to take it in. Marcus's fingertips press into my skin and it's a matter of seconds before the needles touch me. Oh wow! I can handle this! No problem! It's nowhere near as bad as I was expecting, not even as bad as when I stabbed my finger with a pin at cadets the other day. I relax my hand, releasing the breath I was holding and opening my eyes to see Shane smiling at me. Even covered in cuts and bruises he's probabl

"Morning darling, you look like death, why not stay home today?" My mother places her cool hand against my forehead, checking for a temperature. Then swats around my head, telling me I have dark spots in my aura that need removing. Despite the unexpected and surprisingly great day I had with Shane yesterday, I've woken up with the sick feeling of dread in my stomach.  Maybe it was all a joke and today's the day I find out.  My thoughts have been suggesting helpful things like this since I woke up this morning and felt like something bad was going to happen today. I fiddle with an apple, contemplating whether my stomach could handle even this small amount of food today. Deciding against it I put it back in the bowl and head towards the door, turning back to look at my mum. "I'm ok, I'll be ok. Can you drive me though?" "Of course darling, I'll be there in a second."  She finally emerges about fifteen minutes later, forcing the ap

Molly starts barking and dancing on the spot when the doorbell goes. Shane's standing there, school bag in hand, a deep frown on his face. "Before you say anything, I know, I'm sorry. I was going to back out but I wanted to see you." He stands on the doorstep waiting to be invited in or sent away. "Are we studying?" I ask, he's not met me after school all week, hasn't spoken to me at all apart from that weird, brief encounter at lunchtime today. "We don't have to?"  "Do you want to?" "I never want to." He laughs, brushing his hand back through his hair. "But I need to." "Better come in then." I step back, letting him cross the threshold, more confused now than I was on