Aria's Story

~ Chapter 10 ~

"Hey, Aria," I look behind me, at a guy I didn't expect to be talking to me, especially after everything that happened in the past few months. A guy I thought was my friend and someone I was close to just five months ago. A guy who has handsome brown hair and the most gorgeous brown hair, and a personality that I learned to love so much. Now, it's sad to know that I was once friends with this guy, who decided to chose the other side and be against me just like Danielle and Emily. The guy I now hate, maybe less than I should, though.

"What do you want, Michael?" I ask, obviously annoyed.

With all of the reactions he could have chosen from, he chose one of the hardest ones, he chose to get angry at what I asked him. I remember a year ago, we made a promise not to get mad at one another for the rest of our lives because we didn't want to be angry with each other for any reason, but I guess that changes everything now. Because the fact is, he was angry at me and it was all my fault.

"What about between us? We used to be really good and friendly to each other," He asks as I roll my eyes at him, and stare at him with so much hatred. "Oh, come one. I just want to know."

"Why don't you tell me because I have no clue what happened between us? We were close, and then suddenly you just stop talking to me?" That, though, only made him angrier, "You were the one who stopped talking to me. I mean, I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to me, but still. It's your fault, so don't try to blame this on me."

"Oh, give me a break, Aria," He says, waving his arms around, trying to show me just how angry he really was, and just making me more upset and anxious, even a little angry, "You act like you're the innocent one here, when you're just the main issue. It's pathetic, really."

I look down, regretting even talking to him in the first place. I could have just plainly ignored him, and then I wouldn't be in this situation. I would probably either be at my locker or walking to my next class. Instead, I'm debating what to say next. To either make him more angry or upset, or just walk away.

Before I could even process what to, Hunter walks over to us with such a mean look on his face, staring right at Michael. "Don't you ever call Aria pathetic. If anyone is pathetic here, it's you. All you do is listen to your girlfriend's orders all day and go with her with whatever she says. You don't fight back, you let her run you and your world. What's wrong with you? Make up your mind, and quick; do you want to end up with someone who doesn't even care about, who just wants to order you around all day long, or someone who cares about you so much that you start to love your life and the girl?"

"You know what I want in life and in a person, and you know I do whatever I want, not what she wants. That doesn't even matter right now, right now Aria is the one to blame for everything that's going at school," Michael says, pointing at me and giving me a glare before turning his attention back to Hunter. "Her eating habits have caused so much drama here and it's insane. She's so stupid and she's going to end up killing herself and she probably doesn't even care. She's just that selfish. I can't believe you're still with her."

Hunter looks down, and then looks at me. "Okay, that's enough!" He yells, causing people in hallway to look over at us, and they give him a death glare. "You have no clue what she's been through, okay, so don't just think you know what she's been through and hate on her for it."

Michael and Hunter just stay quiet for a minute, not saying anything, but looking at each other with such effort and hatred that I start to back up away from this. Maybe I wouldn't be in this position if I just came to school earlier or maybe later, or not at all. It was the matter of time I came and it was obviously the wrong time.

"I'm just done," Michael says, holding his hands up in surrender as he backs up away from us. " I can't take this anymore; you have problems, and I'm done trying to help."

Hunter, on the other hand, looks at me with a look that I'm not used to, a least not on him; nauseated, sicken, distress, disgusted. "What are you doing?" He asks me, sounding like he wants to be anywhere but here, here with me. People around us were passing us in the hall, staring at me with so much hatred that I can't explain.

I look down, and away from him. I could stand to look at him or be around him at this moment. "I...I don't know," I say, looking back up at him, noticing that he's glaring at me and looking very comfortable. "I just can't stand being here right now, I'm going to head home, I can't take this today."

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, good luck with that. Whatever. I'm done talking to you." He says, way too harsh, as he walks away from me, and disappearing through the halls of people. I stand there, not moving as people around me push me out of the way as they continue to walk to class.

I thought he was just talking about done talking to me for that moment, I didn't realize until the next morning, that he meant he wasn't gong to talk to me ever. I'm not even sure if we're still together or not, it's so complicated and confusing right now. He was the only guy I ever dated who actually cared about me and showed any interest in me, and I blew it with him. Well, that's just me. I blow everything good that happens to me.

I grab my phone, dial his phone number, and wait patiently. As I wait, I pace around the room, deciding whether to hang up or keep waiting. The more it keeps ringing, the more I realize he's probably not going to pick. His voicemail comes through right then, and that's when I instantly hang up. I fall down to the floor as tears threaten to fall, and this time I don't stop them.