Far From The Truth

Chapter 26

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Avril's POV

That week went by surprisingly quickly. All I did was start packing the small amount of belongings I had, and then when I wasn't doing that, I was either doing one of three things. I was either at school, at cheer practice, or thinking about what had gone down at the hospital. I could still feel the feeling of Blaise's lips on mine, how they seemed to go together perfectly...

But I couldn't afford to think like that. No one could actually, truly like a girl like me. I was nothing inside, at that moment I was just an empty shell. Sure, when I was at school and cheer practice, I would be all smiles and jokes, but when I got home, I would just sit on the couch and think about how different my life would be if my parents hadn't died. I kept thinking that if my parents hadn't died, then I would be a normal teen. I would have a bunch of friends, I could lead a normal life...

I could be with Blaise.

But no, my parents died and left me here alone in the cruel, cold place that is the world.

It was now Friday, exactly one week before prom. Jace's mom had called me the day I ran from the hospital. She told me that Jace had been attacked and she was in the hospital. I wanted to visit her, I wanted to visit her so bad, but I couldn't bring myself to go there again. Not after what had happened. So I kept updated with Dylan, he told me Jace got out of the hospital a few days after the incident. I was so happy, but he also told me she had to go to therapy three days a week. I knew she could do it, she was strong, unlike me.

It was also a football day, so there was a football game that night. I was getting ready to run on the field with the rest of the girls, and I had a huge fake smile on my face. They all asked if I was okay, and I just laughed it off. I didn't want anyone to worry about me, I'd been fine for almost eighteen years, I'd be okay for another while. Jace wasn't there of course, she was in the bleachers with her family. They had come just to see me cheer, and I couldn't help but smile when they told me that.

We were about to run onto the field, but out of the blue, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me off to the side, into the shadows. Flashes from what happened at the hospital flashed through my mind, causing me to start panicking and hyperventilating. I looked up at my 'kidnapper', with a death glare ready, but it was soon forgotten when I saw who it was that had taken me over to the sidelines.

It was none other than, you might have guessed, Blaise. He really seemed to be showing up out of the blue quite a lot. 

My mouth opened and closed as I tried to make a coherent sentence form. I failed, and Blaise was not helping as he stared into my eyes, as if he could see past them and right into my soul. "Avril...about what happened at the hospital..." He trailed off, not sure what to say.

My heart clenched as I could just imagine him saying 'I wasn't thinking straight, I don't like you' then walking away, leaving me in the dust. I gulped, "It should have never happened, right? I mean, you obviously weren't completely in your senses, you would have never told a girl you liked her otherwise, especially me. I'm nothing special; pretty much every girl other than me is beauti-"

I was cut off by Blaise, who had a furious look on his face. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides and he looked ready to murder anyone who came too close. "Who ever told you anything like that?" He growled out through clenched teeth.

I looked down, slightly scared of him now, "No one, but I know it's true. No one needs to tell me."

Blaise gripped one of my hands firmly and made me look up at him. I tried to resist, but I eventually gave in. When I looked up into his eyes, I almost staggered back. They were soft, looking into my own eyes with intensity that almost had me shaking in my shoes, even if the rest of him looked ready to kill. "Avril, don't ever think that you are any less than beautiful. All those other girls are fakers, they don't have the real deal. They can't look beautiful unless they have layer upon layer of makeup caked on their faces, and even then they can't compare to you. When I first came to this school, you were the one girl who caught my eye. The one who made me feel...different. Like there was someone who could care about me."