[ WP ] One day , at High School , you mistakenly anger your crush to the point of her/him going off at you , saying things , stating everyone would be better off if you would shut up . Later that day , you 're accidentally hit by a car .

Caveats: 
 
 * Not 100 % following the prompt but I believe I hit most of it. 
 * I'm drunk and trying to express myself for the first time ( never wrote a short story to the end before, EXCITING!: D ) 
 * I did n't go through and edit this because I'm just so eager to see people critique it. 
 
 I'm very sorry if this is n't what you wanted but this is what came out from your prompt. 
 
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 “ How the fuck could you do that?! ” Kari screamed in anger. 
 
 Others in the cafeteria were starting to stare at my girlfriend as she made a scene. I could hear whispers, accusing me of this and that. Whatever. 
 
 The truth was I wanted to hurt her more than she'd ever been emotionally. I wanted to make her feel insignificant. As bad I made myself feel when I thought about all the stress I was being subjected to if it came down to it. I was better than her and I was going to make her feel it. If it meant I had to lie about a few things to get my point across, then so be it. She was going to know exactly who the one in control was. 
 
 “ Mike, you're not seriously thinking about— “ 
 
 “ It's been going on for months, Kari. I'm honestly kind of embarrassed for you that you did n't see this coming. What did you think all that time spent over at Red Rocks was for? ” 
 
 Her eyes were red and swollen with tears. It made me feel so much better about myself seeing her so helpless. *Now she'll know. You've got her right where you want her. * 
 
 “ I ca n't believe I thought I could see myself with you for the rest of my life... And all this talk about being excepted to Stanford? Was that bullshit too? 
 
 *Who the fuck are you to question me about that, you cunt? * 
 
 I flew into a rage. “ What are you, my mom all of a sudden? Making me feel like shit if I do n't make it into on her alma mater? Have you ever thought that I may not want to go to college, Kari? ” At this, she was visibly taken aback but quickly redoubled with anger. 
 
 “ But why tell me you're— “ 
 
 “ What if my dream is to just sit on my ass and do nothing all day? What if I only want to smoke pot, read books, listen to music, and play video games? Would you still be with me? Or are you too fucking shallow to give a shit about a person who does n't have aspirations like you? Those fucks over in Providence already making you like them, huh? ” Just thinking back to the day I heard about her acceptance and the facade of happiness I had to put on for her made me surge with self-loathing and humiliation. I remember thinking “ *there's no way she'll stay with a loser like you, Mike... * ” 
 
 She looked as bound and determined to fill me with as much pain as I had her. Her eyes bore into me with a loathing I never saw before, even through her tears. I could see how much she wanted to cut me deep. 
 
 “ I am so sorry that I spent the last two years of my life thinking I'd be Mrs. Edmonds by the time we graduated. I'm sorry I must have been a burden being by your side, day and night, when your dad was in the hospital. 
 
 “ But mostly, ” she said before giving an audible sob, “ I'm sorry I never was good enough for you. ” She swallowed. “ If Lisa hears about you and Stanford, god help you. If you die tomorrow, no one will miss you. Least of all, me. ” 
 
 And there was the deep cut. Even with all of my walls I put up, it was n't enough for me to keep my composure. Kari blurred out of my vision as I shut my eyes and heard all sorts of derision from onlookers. 
 
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 Last block came and went as slowly as it possibly could. I dealt with a lot whispers and quick glances in my direction most of class. Mr. Koepezzy stopped me as I was shuffling out of class. 
 
 “ Is everything ok, Mike? ” 
 
 I sniffled. “ Sure, Mr. K., why would n't they be? ” 
 
 “ You do n't look good, is what I mean. Everything okay at home? ” He took a seat on top of his desk. 
 
 “ You mean before of after Dad died? ” 
 
 Mr. K's face flushed but he ignored that. “ You've obviously been crying, Mike. What happened? ” 
 
 “ I said some stuff to Kari about where I wanted to be in life and how I planned on getting there. ” 
 
 “ I take it she did n't like what you had to say? ” 
 
 *No, dipshit. * “ No, ” I said. 
 
 “ How mad is she? ” 
 
 “ Mad enough to wan na kill me. ” 
 
 “ Jesus, that's bad. ” He stared down at his Stafford wingtips and blinked a few times. 
 
 “ You going to apologize to her? ” 
 
 My anger flashed. “ For what? I did n't say anything wrong. If anything I'm the one who should should be apologized to. How the hell would you know about what happened anyhow? ” 
 
 A look of annoyance came over Mr. K. “ One, do n't swear in my classroom. I heard enough of that stuff when I was in. Two, do n't air your dirty laundry out at lunch for the whole school to hear every word. You may think you're a clever kid but to those of us who know what happened to your family recently, you're just looking for a reprieve and a welcoming shoulder. ” 
 
 He was right. And I fucking hated him for knowing exactly how I felt. It made me feel so helpless. 
 
 “ Go and apologize to that poor girl and make up for what was said. You may have been through a lot in the last year but she's been right there with you. Do you know how much I would love to have a wife who would do something like that for me and my family? What you have is something they do n't even write about in books. Do n't go screwing up something beautiful for yourself, Mike. ” 
 
 I considered this for a moment. My dad loved having her over in his hospital room. I still had pictures of her pretending to polish his bald head. I remember he told me that he hoped I'd keep her after he was gone. 
 
 “... You're right, Mr. Koepezzy, ” I said and hurried out the door. 
 
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 Kari worked at Greek's Pizzeria just on the other side of the block. I was going to go there and grovel, make a big show just like I did in front of their customers and pray to whatever or whoever was up there that she'd find it in her heart to forgive me. I'd tell her I'd work for a year while taking classes at community college and hopefully be able to make the jump to some state university. It sure as hell would n't be anywhere close to Stanford but it would be better than the shit I told her earlier. I'd make myself better by doing these things and, by proxy, make myself more desirable to her. She'd see how good I could be to her and how enriched her life would be by having me in it and how incredible a husband I could be. Just you wait. Everyone would look back on the day I broke down after a little fight in the cafeteria and remember it as the day I won her back. And the best part is that they'd see me as well-rounded. They'd make up excuses for me as to why I looked so soft and, after they saw how good I got her back, they'd say oh my god, Mike is such a deep and wonderful person. I'd show them all. 
 
 I walked across the Flor Street and Hennepin Ave crossing to the opposite corner where Greek's was and, as I did, heard a shrill scream from behind. 
 
 “ *Goodbye, Mike... * ” 
 
 I turned around and saw two things: Kari's long brown hair blowing in the wind and the grill of a black Audi moving fast to meet me.
