His Soft Spot

Crying Session

A/N: I saw you commenting so here's another chapter!

I let out deep breaths. Very deep breaths for that matter. I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder and reach out for the front door. With for the first time in a while more than enough things on my mind.

For starters a boy, then math which is today, english homework, a boy again and the same one. I think back to school and mentally scan through all my subject which gives me a mini heart attack, I can't deal with that many different subjects today. I might cry. Honestly I will cry. Just give me a few hours to do the math exam and then actually let myself cry. Because apparently I am a dumbass and I think it's weak to cry so, I try to hold it in for as long as I can. Then when I do crack it's like opening the gates to fucking hell. Yeah Satan is proud as fuck of me.

I take out the items I need for my classes but take a double look when I realise how messy I have let my locker get. Holy shit that is bad I freak out on the spot and start to frantically pull things out of my locker shoving them on top and rearranging everything. At this point the time I arrive to class is the least of my worries. Wait but I can't be late. Shit, shit, shit no this isn't good at all I need to get to class. But, my locker. I can't be doing this right now. What do I do! Oh my gosh, oh my, help please! Someone, anyone?

I start to shake uncontrollably and I start to drop things before they can make it into my locker. I look around me and realise that everyone has already made it to their classes and gone in. Okay it's okay just be calm think like a rational human. Just slow down and you'll be fine. Okay, okay good that's the way now just place these last few things in and you'll be good. You'll be all good.

"Alya?" I hear a fucking familiar voice call down from the hall, not right now please. Of all times not right now.

"Hey, are you okay? Look at me, Alya?" I snap my gaze from my books up to the soft face staring back at me. Dylan's hands rest on my shoulder but he slides them down to my hands to stop me from shaking.

"I am fine, seriously I am all good. I just need to get to class is all," I force a smile onto my face but it is proving to be harder than I thought. My lips are frozen and they don't want to move. So, I do what I do best and make a beeline for it closing my locker harshly and running past Dylan to get to my class.

He calls after me a few times but I get to my class before he can catch up to me.

I survive my first two classes, somehow anyway. Not quite sure how but I do. For first break I decide to spend it in the bathroom so before Dylan can even think about getting to my locker I head straight for the girls bathroom. I catch Dylan's eyes as I make my way over he opens his mouth to call out for me. But stops when he realises it's not worth it.

I go to the very end of the bathroom and put the seat down on one of the toilets. I sit down tucking my knees to my chest I let out a quiet sob. But, it's the most painful kind of cry the ugly cry where saliva is being spit everywhere and your tears drown out your eyesight.

"Alya, I understand if you don't want to talk but I am here anyway," I hear Maya say softly as she leans against the door of my toilet. I don't even try to thank her at this point it would come out as some sort of horrendous squeak.

So, for the rest of first break I sit there sobbing to myself quietly whilst Maya sits there and waits for me. And even once the bell rings I still sit there waiting for her to leave. Eventually Maya does but she reassure me that she is right here if I need her. I unlock the door and make my way to my locker.

Once again I make my way to my class and muster up all the strength I can to survive the next two periods of my fucking life. It proves hard. Like really hard especially when Dylan tries to contact me a few times. I ignore him and try to focus on my work. I can't though it's so hard to focus on one thing when another ten things are killing you.

It's okay Alya, it's okay you can do it. I know you can. Just deep breaths they'll get you through the day.

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I rush through the halls because that's definitely going to stop my tears from falling out of my eyes. I run up to my locker and grab out the few things I need for my math exam and then I make my way out of the halls and into my class. I take a seat down the back as I arrive late and the rest is taken. I look over to my right and see the sad eyes of Dylan. Never in a million years would I have ever thought I would see Dylan Grey Hale sad. And never did I expect to be the cause. Who the fuck am I?

"Alya, please what's wrong?" Dylan says his voice cracking every second word.

I just shake my head, I can't talk to him. Not right now at least. I try to ignore the stare he places on me and listen to what the teacher is instructing. Because right now I just need to forget about everything.