Alone With Ross

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January 2nd, 2012

"Break is almost over, how do you feel about that?" Ross asked from his bed. I rolled over from the wall to look at him and I sighed.

"I'm going to be fine." I rolled back over on my back. I felt like I said that more for my benefit than Ross'. "Ross?"

"Hmm?" I turned my head instead of my whole body.

"Don't get the wrong idea, but I think it'd be best if we stayed away from each other at school." I saw him frown.

"Because of what people are saying? That's stupid." He sat up abruptly.

I sat up too and sat by him leaning on his arm and connecting our hands.

"Please, it'd be easier on me, plus they don't know we live at bumpy roads, so we can go back to cuddling like freaks pretending to know such thing as the word personal space."

Ross pulled me down so I was laying on top of his chest.

"Sounds like a plan." He rubbed small circles in my back, humming that song he was singing when I was talking on the phone with my mother.

"We were good when we were good, when we were not misunderstood." I sang along and laughed then me and Ross both belted out the rest.

"Am I the greatest bastard that you know!? The only one who let you go!" Me and him laughed some more, but contained it to snickers when Martin and Danny from across the hall told us to shut up.

"It's easy with you Cass. Like breathing." He sniffed at my neck making me scrunch up.

"Well, sometimes it's easy with you, when my mind doesn't get in the way." We were clasping our hands together, watching my dark tone and his lighter one touch. His hands were much bigger than mine, and when they were clasped they didn't fit right. I thought I'd always believe in those cliches where their hands matched perfectly, or when they kissed it was like their lips were mad for each other.

But me and Ross weren't made for each other, we're both unique individuals, and if somehow in the future we'd end up together,

It be beautiful.

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January 5th 2012

You're fine, people are just calling you a home wrecking slut, no big deal.

I stood outside of the cafeteria doors where the scene of the accident happened. I was trying to pep talk myself to go in there and sit by Piper, but it only seemed to make matters worse.

"Hey, I knew I'd find you out here." I turn around slowly to see Britney standing there with her arms crossed. I held my place and faced whatever could be coming out of her mouth.

"Well are you going to eat or stand there staring at me?" I raised my brow and like an idiot I questioned her.

"Why aren't you attacking me?" I got startled when she started laughing.

"Do you want me to attack you?" I didn't answer, I just kept staring, waiting for her to make a move. "Look, I need a favor." She leaned on one of the beams that was framing the entrance.

"This isn't about Ross again is it? Because I wouldn't waste my time on him." I said bitterly.

"Oh god no, I already moved on to that Alex kid on the basketball team." She smiled to herself in thought. "But anyways you owe me one anyways considering I didn't fully exploit you." She admired her lipstick in the window of the cafeteria door.

"Well you kinda did, and you also said I was bipolar." I said bluntly.

"Hey, I actually put it in a much better way, I'm actually not that harmless, besides everyone here didn't really care that you were rapped, they cared that you ruined my relationship." I bit my cheek from the sting that hit my heart.