notice // h.s

Ch 1

The bell rang, indicating the last period was over. I grabbed my bag and walked out quickly. I stopped in front of my locker, fishing for my key in my pocket then placing it inside the lock and unlocking it. I sighed as I opened my locker, reaching my hand out to push my hair out of my face and behind my ear. I grabbed my car keys and my books, unzipped my bag, put them inside then slammed my locker closed and turned around.

I headed to the door, looking at the students that I passed by. I stopped before turning a corner- a corridor that I dreaded. I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes momentarily before opening them again. I continued, turning and walking faster.

I slowed down slightly, knowing that his locker was getting nearer and nearer with each step I took. I started breathing heavily, looking at my feet as I walked.

I continued walking and pushing past people, resulting in me hitting my elbow hard on a huge ass book. I rubbed it as I bit my lip, looking in front of me.

What I had thought would be a glance at him, turned into a stare. He was leaning against a locker, his back facing it.Our eyes locking as he had his arms around her waist and she had her arms around his neck, one hand twisting his hair around her fingers. She was looking at him with a look of love in her eyes. She closed them, leaning forward, their foreheads touching and I wished with all of my heart that it was me and not her.

After that day, everything changed. He had called and asked, "When shall I come over?" And with my bloodshot eyes and the tears running down my face, I had managed to choke out, "Don't bother. I- uh- I'm not coming to school tomorrow."

And I was surprised at how my voice was still, a bit calm and not shaking. It didn't crack and I didn't sob. He had replied, "Oh, well wish me luck then. I gotta go study. I'll see you soon." And then I just hung up, with no 'goodbye' or 'good luck' or anything, really.

My older brother, Isaac, knocked a couple of times, I had my door locked. My mother eventually told him to stop. She had said, "Give her some space. She needs some time to sort out her thoughts." And I eventually drifted off to sleep, after crying until I ran out of tears and after screaming into my pillow.

Zayn then started going out on dates with her. She became his girlfriend. He told her he loved her, she said it back. And now here we are. They're happy together and I'm just my boring, dull self.

After their fifth or sixth date, he started forgetting about me. We stopped hanging out. We stopped calling each other. We stopped texting. Since that day, we haven't stepped a foot in each other's houses.

I started feeling lonely, which lead to depression and then I took it to a whole new level. I started cutting. I hated cutting, but it was addicting. And as much as I hated hurting myself physically, it sometimes took my mind off things. I wore tank tops and short-sleeved shirts to school, didn't give a shit about anything or anyone.

After a few months, I stopped. I stopped everything. I just did. I woke up early on a Saturday, at exactly 5:23 am. Of course, my first thought was:

Holy shit, why am I up so early?

But after a couple of groans, my mind went to him. I thought about him and I thought about the loneliness and the depression and the cutting. And I just thought: I don't want to be like that.

I chose not to be like that. I stopped cutting. Dylan and I started talking, we became friends. And he replaced Zayn, he became my best friend. I told him about everything. He was one of those people that you just can't hate. Trustworthy, kind, sweet, great with advice and patient.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts when I realized I had been staring at them for a long time. I coughed, holding the strap of my bag and continued walking. I tried to avoid turning around and looking at him again. I knew if I did, I'd break down in tears.

Zayn still hadn't realized I loved him. I guess he just didn't really care enough to know. He thought I was sad because we stopped talking. Which I was. But that's not the only reason.

I started walking faster when I saw the doors nearing. I reached them, jogging outside and looking around for my car. I saw Dylan leaning against it.

I stopped in front of Dylan. He had his eyes closed and he was smoking. I cleared my throat, "Hey."

He opened his eyes quickly, jumping at least three feet in the air and dropping his cigarette in the process. He gasped, "You scared the living shit out of me."

I chuckled, "Do you want a ride home?"

"Well duh," he smiled.

I hopped in the driver's seat, Dylan in the passenger's. I turned on the engine and threw my bag somewhere behind me. I put my car in drive, pressing on the gas pedal and speeding off, out of the school's parking lot.

After about half an hour, I stopped in front of Dylan's house. He smiled, "Thank you."

I smiled back, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Nope."

"I shouldn't have asked," I laughed. "My house or yours?"

"Yours, I haven't seen your brother in a long time."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Call me."

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I parked my car in the driveway, reaching behind me to grab my bag. I opened my door, stepping outside then closing it. I unlocked and opened the front door, "Mom. Dad. Isaac! I'm home."

"Kitchen," Isaac shouted.

I placed my bag on the floor, walking towards the kitchen. I immediately ran towards the fridge, opening it and grabbing a Kinder Bueno. I peeled off the cover and threw it in the bin, tossing one bar to my brother and keeping one for myself.

I walked towards the kitchen door, "Call me down when dinner's ready."

I grabbed my bag, climbed the stairs and closed my bedroom door shut when I got in. I immediately jumped on my bed, grabbed a pillow and took my shoes off. I threw my phone across the room on the pile of clothes on the floor before slowly drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

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First chapter yay. I have a lot planned out for this story. I'm so excited and I hope you like it. As you can tell, the story will be written in past tense. You'll understand why as you read on.

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