AUTHOR'S NOTES: THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS FOR CH 12!! I REALLY APPRECIATE IT. I'M VERY SERIOUS. OK, THIS CHAPTER IS WRITTEN FROM TRACY'S POV, THOUGHT I'D GO A CHANGE. GIVE SOME INSIGHT ON HER CHARACTER, HER EMOTIONS. OH, AND THERE IS SOME VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER. ANYWAYS, HOPE YOU ENJOY THE NEW CHAPTER.

POV = TRACY

CHAPTER 13

"Oh okay. That makes so much more sense now! Thanks Professor Lenton." I say enthusiastically after the confusion about today's topic leaves my mind. I smile as a gather up my books.

"Your welcome Tracy. If you have any more difficulties just come see me ok?" He offers politely as he walks over to his desk.

"Alright, thanks. See you next week." I pick up my books and quickly glance at the clock. I'm amazed that it hasn't even been 10 minutes. 'If I hurry I might be able to catch up with Michelle.' I think to myself as I rush out of the classroom.

I swiftly make my way outside the building. There aren't too many students around right now. I didn't think people left the campus that quickly. I promptly toss that thought aside and try to think of where Michelle would've gone. My eyes scan the few groups of familiar faces at the far end of the lot, no Michelle.

Then out of the corner of my eye I spot an eerily familiar girl. I turn to try and get a better view of her. I can only see the back of her; she's just standing there gazing into the distance. I squint my eyes to see her clearer. Doesn't do me any good cause I still can't put a name to the girl.

I slowly walk closer towards this familiar stranger. My footsteps fall silently, that is until I step on a small rock that grinds into the concrete underneath my shoe. The girl suddenly jerks upright, stunned by the noise. I pause momentarily to see what she'll do. The light brown haired girl slowly turns her head back to see what caused the noise. I continue walking to make it seem more natural, and less like I'm a creepy stalker.

As I get a better view of the young girl's face, my stomach sinks as I realize who it is. I do a double take to make sure it's her, and sure enough, it's her. I slow down and stop in front of her. She gives me a placid look. Suddenly my identity seems to click in her mind as she raises her eyebrows slightly. Then the corners of her lips rise ever so slightly giving me a menacing smile.

"Emily." I say evenly as I nod my head in a less then affable greeting.

Her smile grows wider as she looks up at me with a taunting look in her eye. "Tracy."

"What are you doing here?" I try to ask as politely as possible.

"Just here to visit a close friend of mine." She says innocently as she shrugs her shoulders slightly.

"Ah, I see. Anyone I know?" I ask even though I damn well know who she's talking about.

"Yeah, last time I checked, you knew her. Unless if you always hold hands with people you don't know." She continues her innocent façade. I'm quickly reminded of the day in the hallway outside of my dorm room.

"Well...did you find her?" I ask with a little bit more edge in my voice than I had wanted.

"Oh you bet I did." She brags giving me a smug look. I suddenly have the slight urge to smack that smug look right off her pretty face. But, I just offer her a smile.

"That's nice." I say so insincerely it's not even funny. "So could you tell me where Michelle went?" I ask wanting to make this unpleasant conversation as short as possible.

"Why?"

I give her a puzzled expression. "What do you mean 'why'? She's MY girlfriend, I need to go and see her."

I clench my jaw tightly and exhale a jagged breath as she tosses her head back and lets out a maniacal laugh.

"You don't honestly think that do you?" She asks bewildered after her malevolent laughs die down.

My eyes narrow and I firmly respond, "Yes. Perhaps you missed something, obviously you lack in perception. Michelle and I, are dating. We are girlfriends. We are together. Understand?"

She snickers and shakes her head.

"We're in love." I say firmly.

She suddenly becomes dead serious and looks me right in the eye. "If you truly believe that, I really do pity you."

"What?!" I demand in a burst of rage.

"I wouldn't doubt your love for Michelle. I can tell just by the way you're acting. But if you honestly believe that she loves you. That she's actually IN love with you, well then I'm afraid you are the one who lacks perception." She says to me with genuine sincerity. And it feels like a blow to the stomach, cause deep down, I know she's right.

"She's with me, ok? She's with me because we love each other." I say as I bite back the truth.

"Is she in love with you?" She asks with self-assurance for she knows the answer. I try to speak, but no words come out.

"Is she in love with you?" She repeats. "Does she cry at night?"

"What kind of question is that?" I ask angrily.

"Answer it." She demands.

"Yes..she does." I answer slowly as my gaze falls upon the ground.

"Who do you think she's crying about?" She asks. I feel like I'm on the stand in the Supreme Court.

"You!" I snap. "You hurt her so much! She shed so many tears because of you!" I yell at her. She doesn't even blink.

"I know." She says sadly. "Would you ever cry about someone for that long, who you didn't love? Someone who maybe you're even in love with? Didn't you notice how she dropped your hand when she saw me in the hallway? I've seen her in love, experienced it first hand. And I can tell you, she isn't in love with you." She says, her voice firm and serious.

My eyes begin to sting as tears begin to burn my eyes. I go to protest, but I just let out a weak cry. I continue to stare at the ground, refusing to meet her eyes.

Then suddenly I hear this slight giggle. I slowly raise my eyes to her, a glare plastered on my face. My blurred vision slowly comprehends the icy smirk she's giving me.

"She's in love with me." She states with confidence. Rightful confidence. That look on her face mocks me and shakes my already failing self- assurance.

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" I scream as my tears begin to fall.

"I know exactly what I'm talking about. And you know its true as well. So save yourself the trouble, and just admit it."

"Go home to your girlfriend. No one wants you here." I say trying to repress my anger.

"Yah, someone does want me here. My girlfriend." She says with an evil grin.

"What the fuck?"

"Michelle. Michelle wants me here. You're the one who's unwanted. She's never loved you. You were just the rebound! She's not yours. She never will be. Stop lying to yourself. I'm here now, she doesn't need you anymore. You're worthless and I'm surprised she's dropped her standards that much." She says as she steps towards me with that infuriating grin on her face.

All her words make my blood boil with jealousy and anger as she speaks the taboo. I know all her accusations are true. All I wanted was one thing. The one thing I wished for with all my heart. And that wish couldn't be granted. I wanted Michelle to be in love with me. Michelle is the only person I've ever truly been in love with. I've never felt this way about anyone. Why did Michelle love her? Why is she in love with her? What is so special about her? What does she have that I don't? Why the fuck can't Michelle love me? Emily said one word too many, and went one step too far.

Before I know it my fist is making contact with her face. Her head snaps back as the force of my punch hits her. She keels over and crashes to the cold hard ground. Blood starts to ooze from the wound on her face. She barely has any time to comprehend what happens before I grab her by the shirt and begin to repeatedly slam her body into the ground. Each time her body slams against the pavement, her head lashes back and hits the ground with a nauseating thud.

She cries out and grabs my hands trying to pry them off of her. But she can't. The strength of her fear isn't as great as the strength of my envy.

All of a sudden her hand flies up and hits me in the face. But I barely budge. And all that's done is piss me off even more. I violently grab her by the wrist strike it on the ground until I feel the bones breaking.

"Why the fuck does she love you?!" I scream in her face. She just lies there and cries out in agony.

I belt her across the face causing even more blood to spurt from her wounds.

"What's so special about you!? You're not so special now huh? Do you still think you're better than me?? Do you!" I yell as tears continue to stream down my face.

I go to hit her again, but someone grabs my arm fiercely and violently pulls me off of her. Suddenly dozens of hands are holding onto me, preventing me from moving at all. A herd of people rush over to Emily who lies weeping on the ground, blood pooling around her head.

I just stare angrily at her. My hate for her still simmering within me. I've never been this angry, this hateful, this violent, in my entire life. Right now all I want to do is hurt her. Make her feel my pain.

Somehow though, I can comprehend what the people around me are saying. It sounds very faint, and almost like an echo, but it's still audible. I can hear someone on their cell phone calling for an ambulance, I can hear everyone comforting Emily, I can hear everyone condemning me, insulting me. Everyone is comforting her, everyone is on her side, they don't even know her, and they seem to love her.

One question ran through my head...one.

Why doesn't anybody love me?