Enchant Me by Anne Violet

Author:Anne Violet
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: paranormal romance, young adult, ya, teen fiction, teen romance
Publisher: Anne Violet

CHAPTER 8

I felt like I cried more in the next couple days than I had my whole life. The feeling of my eyes being sticky and swollen began to feel like their normal state. Everyday was a rollercoaster. At school I would count the hours until I could get home and drop the façade that everything was ok. Then my mom would get home and I would have to lift up the mask and put it on again. I tried to remember what I had been like before and play act myself. I gave myself harsh lectures that I was too strong to let a guy have such an effect on me. At one moment I was filled with self pity and the next-- intense loathing for being so weak. It seems I had been right to fear the bond that had been between us. No…that was incorrect. Apparently the bond had been one sided. Which I guess was no bond at all. Did he feel nothing? Was I that delusional? I kept torturing myself with memories of our time together; the first time we met… hugged… kissed. Did it mean nothing to him? I didn’t believe his reason, anyone else maybe but not him. My intuition screamed that he was lying. He was too strong, too focused, to fall backward like that, unless he did so by choice. Had I not lived up to what he thought I would be?

What hurt the most was he didn’t even seem to look at me when we passed each other in the hall; like we had never passed an intimate moment. Like he had never held me against a rock while he had sucked on my neck till there was a mark so dark that it had taken a mountain of my best makeup to cover it up. I wondered if it was possible that he had marked my heart too, a bruise like that, would never recover. Thursday morning I found myself staring at my reflection in the mirror. The mark he had left on my neck was almost gone and I got mad, really mad. How dare he shake my confidence. It was his loss not mine and I refused to be so down over any guy for one more stupid minute. For the next half hour before school I threw myself into a flurry of activity; picking out my sexiest clothes, styling my hair to perfection and then creating the sultriest makeup look I could think of. When I had finished I stared at the fading mark on my neck, which was very visible with my low cut sweater, and decided I wouldn’t cover it. I hoped that the sight of it would torture him like it did me. Then I headed out for school.

For the first time I decided to take advantage of my bad girl look and act the part. After I had parked in my usual spot, I took my time getting off of my bike, pulling off my helmet and shaking out my hair like I was in some commercial in slow-motion.

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