She Will Be Loved - Chapter 2

Author's Note: I know it's hard to believe that I wrote this when I was eleven but I did. I can't take all the credit though. My sister and I wrote it together when we both had a flu. She was sixteen at the time and particularly taught me how to write love stories.

I was shocked by how many comments I got...Sorry I took so long. I had a terrible fever ='( I really do like the comments. They made me smile so wide!

Now someone said my story reminded them of their favorite book and that they hoped my story didn't have the same plot, all I want to say is:
1) I have never read that book. Sorry. =/
2) My stories never have plots. I make them up as I write them.
3) I think it's nice you gave me that heads up. I hope you do keep reading my story and if it's like your favorite book I am sorry. =/
Though thanks. I am not offended. It takes a lot to offended me.
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-Chapter 2-

My mother came home very upset with me. She was yelling the roof off about how she found out I didn't go to school. She suspected I was out with a boy and Brett only made her suspicions worse. My mother tried to talk to me but she only ended up yelling at me again. My face was buried inside my pillow. The sickness was gone.

"Leslie!" My mother tried to make me look at her. "Did he hurt you?"

"No." I wanted to say but I didn't.

"For once someone was treating me like I was eighteen." I wanted to say but instead my dad came to help me.

"Alice, she is only eighteen. She isn't a little girl. She is an adult now. You can sit up here yelling at her. Come on." My dad really tried but nothing could stop my mom. I take back anything I said about wanting to be just like her.

"But college is important and no college is taking a girl-"

"Alice, I am not going to speak again. Either you get out of here or I will drag you by force. Leave the damn girl alone!" My mother gave up and left. My dad did too closing the door behind him. I hated the fact I had no voice of my own.

At school the next day, my mother made sure I was inside the school building before she drove off. It was embarrassing. Graham even tried to talk to me but I didn't have much to say.

"Hey, I think I played it over. You were mad that I said I-"

"Please don't say it." I had finally gotten over the sickness and was able to keep dinner and breakfast down. "I am not mad at you."

"Okay, good." He sighed and handed me a bag of warm cookies. "I told my mom how much you enjoyed them. She started baking more. Just for you."

"Thanks." We walked side by side.

His bookbag was hanging by a long strap and it hit against his legs. He is dressed very well today. He looks like he really cleaned up for school this morning. I think he even smells nice. But back to the hair. His hair is wild and curly. I love it. I wonder what it smells like today. Then I look down at my outfit. We are kind of dressed same but different jeans and shoes. Plus I am wearing a large sweater over me. I guess to protect myself from naughty people like my grandmother use to say. I began to eat the cookies when Brenda and her friends walked up. Especially Ricky. The awful thoughts ran through my mind like they did in my dreams.

"What, you two like go out or something?" Brenda asked snapping her gum.

"Nah. We just understand each other." Graham chuckled a little bit. I felt Ricky's eyes surging through me.

"You shouldn't hang out with a slut like her." Brenda popped her gum for the seventh time we have been standing here.

"What are you my mother?" Graham's face turned to disgust. "Please, get over yourself."

"What does it matter to you?" Ricky challenged. "You just want to get in her pants."

I was feeling sick again.

"What does it matter to you? You just jealous she found someone who can handle her." Graham was winning. He was the new boy and they had nothing on him.

"Yeah right! You look like trash. Why don't you go back to your stupid mother who can't even give a bath to-"

My eyes were closed at this point. I already heard Graham's fist collide with Ricky's face. I smiled. The urge to always do that made me beam with delight. I felt Graham's strong hand on my arm. He pulled me away.

"If you weren't with me, I would have killed him. Literally." His hand doesn't even look like it had punch someone. "What did you see in that stupid loser?"

I shrugged not even looking at him. I felt uncomfortable. He had stopped walking and pressed me against the wall. He was front of me with his hands on either side of me. His breath and body so close to mine. I wanted to die. The sickness was building up again. I shoved him and ran to the girl's bathroom. I couldn't hold back my mess. I knew what he was thinking. "Leslie is a freak."

My mother is late. What else is new? I was about to walk home when Graham showed up again. I counted to ten before I caught my breath. All I got was snowball in my mouth.

"Ha!" Graham laughed at me. I felt angry at him.

I grabbed a large block of snow and took my best shot at him. It was just about the same time he threw one at me. I chased him down the block until we reached my house and all I did to him was get snow in his hood. I frowned and noticed my mother standing in the doorway of our house. I still hadn't told my mom about Graham yet. I wish I could. You know. Tell her about how I feel when he touches me. Those little stares. Or how he punch Ricky really good and got away with it! But instead I went inside waving bye to Graham.

"You know, that boy seems to like you." My mother commented.

"What's for dinner?" I asked trying to sound casual.

"You are going by Blaire's house for dinner. I have a meeting. Tell Brett not to bring snowballs in my house." My mother kissed me and walked out the door.

I wasn't up for eating dinner with Blaire and my father. She felt more like a sister than a soon-to-be-stepmom. I walked outside again to see Graham waiting at the bus stop.

"Can I meet Gracie?" I asked softly.

"Sure. You caught me on a good day. I was just about to see her." The bus pulled up and we got on. Graham paid for my fare.

"You didn't have to do that." I said as he led me down the aisle and into a double seat.

"I know but I wanted to. Hasn't anyone ever treated you special just to treat you special?"

I didn't answer because the answer was obviously no. I took out the two cookies I had left. I was going to save them for Graice.

"Would Gracie eat them?" I asked silently. It was as if I could feel everyone's stares on me.

"Sure." He leaned his head against mine.

Graham's dad lives in one of those big studio apartments on the other side of town. It's a part where snow didn't reach it yet so we look stupid wearing snow boots cover in snow but the truth was, people were expecting snow tomorrow. I expected something different but it turns out, Graham's dad was just about the same as Graham only he had color in his skin. He wasn't pale as Graham and I figured he gets it from his mother. There was this little girl watching a snowstorm informative on the floor. She was stuffing her face with popcorn and apple juice. She hiccuped twice before jumping up.

"I smell cookies!" Graice's eyes change into large bursts as she reached for a cookie.

Graice is about eight years old from what I can see. She has blond pigtails that are lopsided. I figured her dad must have did them for her. She smelled like sweet honey peas and she had the biggest smile a little girl could have. She suggested we sit around and watch Christmas specials. Graham sat in the middle of us both. I am not sure what happened but I had fallen asleep on Graham's shoulder. I was trying hard to keep my eyes open but I dozed off. When I woke up, I got scared. It was Graham's bed. I could smell him within the sheets. I laid on top of the covers. I jumped up feeling the moisture. I must have that dream again. Graham came into his room eating a sandwich. I ran into a corner and buried my head in between my legs. I felt sick.

"Leslie? Hey, it's okay." He was already taking off his bed sheets. "I hated these sheets anyway."

I still sat in the corner. I began to cry.

"Leslie." He made me stand up. "I don't care. It's just pee. Gracie does it all the time. Here I will lend you a change of clothes. I'll drive you home. Do you want me to do that?"

I didn't answer him. I was scared. Just like I was that night at the party. I took the new clothes and scrubbed myself clean. He took me out to his car.

"I won't drive you home until you say something." We sat in the car with the heat on.

"I have never slept so well in days. I was trying hard to forget but then it happened." I whispered. He began pulling out.

"What happened?" He asked as I shivered.

"I peed myself." I whispered even lower.

"I think I got that but-"

"Graham, please. I don't want to talk about it. Please?" My breathing was rapid and I knew I was going to sob soon if he didn't just leave me alone.

"You'll have to some time or later."

We drove to my house in silence. I didn't even say anything when we reached my house. My parents and Brett were in the living room. Blaire too. They looked at me which such disappointment.

"We were worried. Brett said you weren't here when you-"

"Young lady, you got some explaining to do! And those are not the clothes I saw you leaving this house this morning!" My mother was tugging at them. "Now what were you doing? Tell me!"

I flinched. Brett stepped between me and my mother.

"Back off!" Brett held my hand. He knew what had happened. "Just leave her alone. She was with Graham. She doesn't want to have dinner with Blaire and dad. Okay? When you come home late smelling like drugs we don't get up in your face!"

My mother struck Brett's face. Brett looked at her with hate. He took me upstairs.

"Are you okay?" He stared at me and I nodded. "It's okay. It's just pee." I smirked. He sounded like Graham.

"But I was doing so well. I was forgetting about it."

"We should have told from the beginning, Les." Brett stroked my hair and kissed me on my forehead. "Just go to sleep. I can stay with you if you want me too."

"Please do?" I pleaded as I cried myself to sleep.