Creative Writing: Behind The Doors

“Why is it that whenever you finally start to trust someone, they end up breaking that small bit of trust?” I asked Kat. She looked up at me in surprise as she closed her locker shut.

“What would make you ask something like that?” She asked looking around the noisy hallway that was crowded with teenagers.

“I don’t know,” I said slowly. “Maybe I’m sick and tired of people hurting me all of the time,” I mutter. She stopped in front of the double doors that open into the cafeteria and frowned.

“Who hurt you?” She asked. “Because I swear I’ll hurt them for you,” She said in a serious voice. I sigh and roll my eyes.

“Always with the violence,” I mumble. She sighs and opened the door walking into the cafeteria. I followed and once we reached our table I sat down.

I look over at her with a small smile.

"You don't have to do that," I say before standing up, "I got to go." She nods, as do I before I begin to walk away. I walk towards the library, where I go during lunch most days and am stopped by someone.

"Well, look what we've got here." Harper Evans tauntingly said. I sigh and look up at him.

"What now?" I ask him with a frown.

"What? You don't want to see me?" He asks with a smirk.

"No, I don't," I said turning and walking to an empty table. He followed and sat across from me.

"Could you, I don't know, leave?" I ask starting to get annoyed.

"I could. But I won't. I'm going to take you somewhere." He says with a smile.

"I can't Harper. My grades are already slipping." I say softly.

"That doesn't sound like the Violet Taylor I know." He said.

"It's because of your controlling sister," I mutter. He chuckled running a hand through his black hair before looking at