Toxic Love

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Summary

Thea, a 16 year old, falls in love with a boy. There's a problem though, this boy is a bit toxic (to say the least). Although she struggles through depression and many fights with him, she still has hope that they will last. Will they be able to fix their relationship, or will it all crumble into pieces?

Genre
Romance
Author
Tanka von
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
9
Rating
5.0 1 review
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

Thea's POV:


It was the first day of 10th grade. I wore an outfit that I liked. A cute summer dress colored light green with daisies on it. My hair was up in a half-up half-down style, and I had a cute bow holding it all together. I wasn't expecting much from today, but oh boy was I wrong.

I got into my first class of the day, History, and the teacher introduced herself. I was already starting to like her. She had a very chill vibe to her and I was getting excited for the rest of the year already.

I look around the room while she's talking and telling us about herself. I see many people I've known since elementary school and beyond, but one particular boy stands out to me. His name is Aven.

I had a 'kinda' crush on him last year. The only reason I stopped myself from having a full-on crush on him was because he was dating one of my friends.

Every girl knows that you CANNOT want the boy your friend wants. That would be breaking a major rule in girl code. Because of this, I forced myself to stop liking him.

Since then, they have broken up, she moved to another school, and we don't really talk anymore. I see this as an opportunity to take Aven as mine this year.

The only problem with that plan though, is that I have bad social anxiety and have been diagnosed with selective mutism since the 4th grade.

Basically what that means is that I'm VERY quiet. I rarely talk to people that I don't know. I usually don't even talk to people I do know. And it's not even that I don't want to talk to people, it's that I physically can't. Sometimes when I want/try to talk, it feels like a demon from the underworld is closing its grimy hands around my neck and yelling at me, saying that I can't talk. It's made life very hard, as you could imagine.

Usually, I'm able to write or type what I want to say, but when I'm having a panic attack, it's literally impossible to communicate at all. I hate it so much.

The teacher announces that we're going to get into partners to do a first-day-of-school activity. This worries me. I don't have any friends in this class yet, and I'm not the type to ask people to be my partner.