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Three days had gone by, and yet the pain and anger I felt still lingered strongly in my inner being. The emotions were so strong, so prominent yet painful, that I couldn't see me ever forgiving them for that day.

I didn't talk to anyone that day... I spent my eighteenth birthday curled up in my bedroom while my friends partied and had fun. I did the same for the next day. That Sunday Allison and Teresa had came over but I refused to see them, prior to that they had sent texts and called to see how I was doing, and even at that I refused to budge. I felt way too betrayed to talk to anyone, not particularly because of what happened, but because the notification I had been silently awaiting never came.

She didn't even care enough to call or text.

I half expected her to atleast want to explain, or for him to know why I just left all of a sudden, but it was clear neither of them cared.

And that alone tore me up inside.

Monday came and I couldn't get myself to go to school so I stayed home, wondering the house like an aimless ghost as I watched the snow cover what was left of the driveway.

Tuesday morning rolled around, and I gathered the courage to go to school and face my shame head on.

Head on meaning I planned on ignoring them for as long as I possibly could.

As I stepped into the cold halls of my Highschool I felt all eyes on me. A chill went down my spine as I walked down the hall I'd usually be walking down with my friends by my side alone for the first time in long time, the feeling of loneliness opening a fresh new wound on its own.

I arrive at my locker and remember how I was to share it with her. I planned to get all her stuff out and throw them on the floor for her to meet them but before I could open it a sight burns into me.

There they were...

Emma Clark and Joshua Barley walking hand in hand down the hall, looking happy and cheerful like nothing happened.

I hid my face with the door of my locker in order for them not to see me.

We're they dating?.... already?? I thought.

I hear their footsteps moving closer and closer to my form. I press my eyes shut feeling them right behind me.

She probably wants to get her stuff.... I think. If that was the reason, then fine, I didn't want her garbage in my locker anyways.

I turn around slowly expecting to see the standing behind me, but am taken aback to see them down the hall making me confused.

Did they not notice me?

What happened to her taking her stuff?

I reopen my locker, only then do I notice all her things were already gone.

"Wow" I said to myself in dissapointment. Ofcourse she took her her stuff already, I didn't know why the thought of her not caring about me anymore didn't sink in, I mean look at me, an ex convict, ex drug addict and gang member, it was a mistake for us to be friends in the first place.

I look at them smiling at each other and I catch that look in his eyes. He was absolutely mesmerized by Emma, he looked like he'd worship every bit of her till the day he died and it was obvious he was Inlove.

I mean it was obvious to me, I knew the feeling all too well...

I watch as she takes her books out of his locker and he watches her with a smile. I try not to look at them but I can't help watch.

The bell rings and he gets his notes out before wrapping his arms around her and walking her to class. The action making me feel cold inside.

I felt like running back home but I knew it was too late so I decide to suck it all up and join them in the classroom. The moment I get inside I see them sitting besides each other like people who have been Inlove for years.