Watch Me

Chapter Thirteen

Sorry for the late update. I just had writer's block big time with the ending of last chapter and what to come up with for this one. But I think I'll just go with the flow of writing this chapter. So if this chapter is bad, please don't blame me... I'm only human.

Enjoy!

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Chapter Thirteen

Haley's POV

I look up and see that Ethan is talking to Tara. It looks like he's mad, but his look is softening up. I stand up from the floor and get over to a thick pole next to them to listen in on their conversation. "She needs help, Ethan, just look at her," she pleads.

I clench my fists in frustration and anger, but calm myself as I listen in more. "She does need help. But you gotta leave her alone, Tara. I don't like you stirring things up with her," he says straight forward.

My eyes widen, but I don't stop listening. "Ethan, I was told that she's on drugs again. That's what I'm talking about."

Her words sound desperate, like she's a fisher and he's close to biting the bait. I want to say something, but I can't blow my cover and the fact that I'm eavesdropping. "Where did you here that?" he asks, anger lingering in his tone.

"Rachel told me. She saw her do it behind the dumpsters last week."

I roll my eyes. "I doubt it. You know what? Go and fuck yourself, Tara. I'm done with you, can't you deal with that? Done!"

I no longer hear talking, and I'm surrounded by silence. Ethan stuck up for me. It makes my heart flutter in a way that it never has before, but I can't put him through what I have. I still don't forgive myself for my cold heart.

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I sit in the library and bite on an apple that I snuck in. I'm sitting on the floor behind a few bookshelves so I don't get caught and kicked out. "Psst, Haley," I hear someone whisper.

I look around and see no one. Finally, Carly walks over to me and sits near me. "Hello," she says cheerily.

I frown and continue to bite my apple. "Look, I know you don't want to be friends with me, but I want to help you."

"What makes you think I want to be pitied?" I snap.

"Nothing does. I just need you to let me help you."

"No. I don't need help," I say as I flip the page in my book, not giving eye contact with her, but with the book.

"Hales, I'm not the only one that wants to--"

"Just do me a favor and stay out of my personal life, okay? Sure, my dad does what he does, but I can't do anything about it. So just leave it."

"How can I just stand by and not help?"

"Easy, just act like I'm invisible like everybody else at this damned school. I'm sure you'll be fine without me."

"No. I miss you, Hales. Like old times when I would help you away from him. Stop pushing me away and let me be apart of your life."

I stand up and take the last bite out of my apple. "Do you know a better idea? Staying the fuck away from me and leaving me alone. Sound good? Good," I say with a forced smile.

She looks hurt, but what do I care? I don't enjoy pity. I won't tolerate it for a split second.

I walk out of the library and shove the eaten apple in the trash. I feel a hand wrap around my wrist before I can take my hand away from the trash. "Haley," I hear Ethan say.