The new day comes around and I'm back in school, but I've got Robby at home going through my old notes and homework without the answers, of course. Just so I can get him some sort of education for now. At lunch I call him
"What have you been through?" He takes a second
"Uhm, some history, English and a bit of maths... I think that's what that is." I chuckle lightly
"Has it got weird patterns, numbers and letters?" He agrees
"Yeah." I chuckle more
"Yep, that's maths. Anyway, have you eaten yet?" He responds pretty quickly
"Yeah, I had one of them blocks of meat, they're pretty nice, what's in it?" I snicker
"Did you actually?" He laughs
"No, I no it's the dog food. I was joking. I had the left over Salmon and Rice." I nod
"Good, I knew you were going to have that. Anyway, read about World War One next. I think you'll like it-" I then get cut off by Hawk
"Freya, can we talk?" I groan lightly
"What do you want? Im on the phone." He becomes curious
"Who is it?" I take a second
"My anger management person." He takes a step back
"Okay, I will just wait for you finish..." I take a deep breath and hear Robby
"Is that Hawk?" I sigh
"Yeah-" he cuts me off instantly
"Why is he talking to you, you two broke up." I groan a little
"It's fine, chill out. Just do what I said, take something from the snack draw if you're hungry. Bye." He seems to be a bit more happier
"Bye." I chuckle lightly and end the call, I look at Hawk
"Right, what's up with you? What you want?" He takes a second
"I just want to talk." I go to walk off
"Well, I don't want to talk to you." I walk off down a hall that has no one down it, Hawk stops me
"Come on, you must have stuff you wanna say to me." I take a deep breath
"I don't..." he looks down then back up to me
"Freya, I know that's not true..." I reply instantly
"I don't want to talk to you because I don't think you want to hear what I have to say." He seems a bit annoyed with himself
"You're wrong. Whatever you have to say, I deserve it." I take a second
"Yes. You do..." he keeps reply pretty quickly
"Okay, so just say it." I start to get a little annoyed
"Fine. You broke my heart... and I hate you... because I still love you. And I hate myself even more because of it. Are you happy now?" He looks down
"Look, I'm sorry. But, I know you, you can get over it-" I cut him off instantly
"You don't know me anymore. You don't know my favourite colour... I changed it. It was red, but reds he same as yours, so it's blue now. I got a new perfume too, it smells like roses, not that vanilla one that you loved. My bedsheets are different too, they aren't them white ones that we used to get tangled in, there grey now and a lot softer and they smell like coconut. I changed my whole room around too, how you've never seen it, so it's like you've never been there. I changed a lot of things since we broke up, and I find comfort in the fact that you don't know me anymore, just like I no longer know you. But the only difference is, I changed because I had to. And you changed because you wanted to. So, are we done?" Nothing really feels upsetting for me, it just feels numb...
