7 Days || A TMF Fanfic || Jailey

Chapter 2

"You know, Milly wants to rip your head off."

"I-I'm aware."

"You've gotta specifically apologize to her, you know."

"I know."

"You've got to apologize to all of them, they all feel betrayed by you."

"I... Know..."

"Good! I have to go down to the club now, sorry. You can follow me if you want to get killed."

"I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Alright, cya~!"

Just like that, she ran off.

Well, that was an absolute fever dream. Regardless of what happened, Hailey's right, I need to show them I'm sorry. I can't sit on my ass and expect everything to go back to normal, I need to fix my mistake and show them I deserve another chance, even if I don't think I do.

It was my own stupidity that caused me to lose my chosen family, I can't blame anyone else.

But how could I show that I cared? The only reason Hailey gave me another chance is that we'd been practically joined at the hip for the last few weeks, but the others...

What could I do?

Then it occurred to me: Elliot

Milly was too scared to ask him out, so what if I set them up? 

Hmmm...

Yes, that'll work.

After formulating my genius plan, I strolled to the school gardens to find Elliot and hopefully get him and Milly together. How would I turn it into an apology? Well, Elliot can't keep a secret, so he'll probably spill it to Milly anyways.

What a genius and flawless plan!

Elliot wasn't hard to find, his hair made it easy. I made my way over to him and saw a flash of anger in his eyes, but he quickly masked it up.

"Hey, Jake! What brings you to the garden?" He said, almost too perfectly.

"I wanted to tell you something..." I responded

"What is it?"

"You should confess to Milly."

Elliot's face turned so red that I assumed he'd turn into a panda.

"W-what!? No way!" He whisper-yelled.

"Why not?" I replied, as if I didn't know why

"W-well, she might not like me back..."

"So?"

"I don't want to be embarrassed!"

"Elliot, you remember what I did today on the morning announcements?"

"Yeah, you were a massive idiot! Who has the guts to do that!?"

"Well, I just want to tell you that Hailey heard me out. When I clicked the intercom button, I wasn't thinking about what would happen if I failed, I was thinking about what would happen if I succeeded."

"I-I don't know how to respond to that..."

"Take your shot, Elliot, there's no reason not to!"

He seemed to hesitate for a second, but I guess the message resonated with him.

"O-okay! I'll do it!" He decided.

"That's the spirit!" I encouraged.

"In fact, I'll go do it right now!"

"Oh, well see you later th-" He ran off before I could even finish my sentence.

At that moment, I prayed to whatever higher power existed that Elliot wouldn't get rejected or hit or denied in any way.

I decided to walk stay in the garden and play a game of Clash Royale to calm my nerves. During my grindset, I began to slowly process the events of the day. Hailey and I, my stupid and bashful plan...

I'm sure it'll go fine.

Just as I'd finished climbing 100 trophies in the game and finally settled my nerves, the bell rang, signalling that it was time for third period.

The rest of the day went by in a flash as most of my thoughts were consumed with Hailey and my plot to express forgiveness to the people that accepted me most in the world. The people who accepted me into their family, only for me to betray them and hurt the one I care most about in the world. Who knows? Maybe I'll keep hurting her. Maybe I don't deserve to be associated with anyone as perfect as-

No, I can't think like that anymore.

As the final bell of the day rang, I walked outside and began waiting for the bus. While I was waiting, Hailey approached me.

"Nice one, Sterling." She said, slightly sarcastically as she playfully punched my arm.

"I take it Elliot busted into the music room?" I asked.

"Yep. I didn't think you were actually able to give an inspiring speech, but Elliot told us the whole thing."

"The whole thing?"

"Yeah, he told us about how you 'Inspired him to profess his love'. I gotta say, only Milly cared about that little factoid."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she told me that it was a massive relief and that confessing would cause her too much anxiety, but you knew that."

"Who knows? I just wanted them to be happy."

"Uh-huh. In all seriousness, Milly wants to thank you for your 'rousing' speech. Meet her on the roof during lunch tomorrow."

"Will do... Ah, there's the bus."

The bus finally arrived and I boarded along with Hailey.

"Where's Zander?" I asked.

"He's with Luke doing... Something." Hailey answered.

"Cool,"

We sat down next to each other and waited for the bus to arrive at our stops. 

"Ah, this is mine," Hailey said, pressing the request stop button.

"See you later, princess." I said with a slight smirk.

"Cya, peach head!" She called out as she ran down the street.

I eventually reached my stop and got off, beginning to walk to my house. Once I got home, I immediately jumped on my bed, exhausted from all the work and stressing I'd done. 

I thought about the fact that I convinced someone to confess to their crush, gotten to be with the person I love and began a crusade to prove that I'm sorry for being an idiot. I was the luckiest, stupidest, dumbest and smartest idiot known to humankind.

I didn't realize how tired I was until I closed my eyes for a second. A wave of fatigue washed over me, practically drowning me. I thought about who I could apologize to next, and Zander was the first person that crossed my mind. I hurt his sister, so I'd hurt him so much as well. He didn't deserve to see his loved ones in pain, but I made that happen. 

How could I... Oh.

I can sing...

All the fatigue I felt was suddenly gone as I opened my laptop and created a document called 'Mr. Wickham'. 

I'm really bad at apologizing, but I thought that singing it from the soul, pouring out my raw emotions, would suffice.

I hope it will suffice, I hurt him so badly that I don't deserve a second chance. Just like I hurt Hailey... Why did she forgive me? Why does Milly want to talk to me?

I couldn't think like that.

I began typing out my lyrics, hoping that I could reinforce how sorry I was and how much I regretted those words, how little they meant.

Hoping I could fix it all.