No More Wasting Time

Chapter 28

Caden's POV:

"What took you so long?"

"You're welcome," I chuckled and gave him the phone. "I, uh, actually have to tell you something."

"Tell me later, my teacher is gonna know something's up," he said, gave me a quick peck, and left the bathroom.

'Well that went well,' I thought and grabbed my bag from the floor. 

I couldn't help but feel a little bothered that he didn't stay and listen. I didn't want to overreact though so I shoved the feeling aside and walked out of the bathroom and made my way toward my class. I was bored during the last two classes of the day and Max didn't bother to respond to the messages that I sent during class. I was beginning to think I did something wrong but I didn't even get to tell him about what happened between Sara and me. Maybe she saw him before me and took the opportunity to say something. Though gossip would've gone around by now and people would definitely be staring at me. 

"Caden, I was expecting you to be the first one out of my class like how you usually are," my teacher joked and gathered her things. "No plans today? Other than completing the homework assigned?"

I chuckled and started to pack up my stuff while saying, "I'm just not in a rush today."

Ms. Davey stared at me for a few seconds before she nodded her head, grabbed all her stuff, and walked over to where I stood. Ms. Davey was a very young teacher and because of that she was often misunderstood and people teased her. A lot of the guys sexualized her more times than I could count and while she is looked at more for her looks, she is also known to be there for her students. I felt bad for her because she was a great teacher, not many students failed her class. Yet other teachers would block her out or just avoid her completely.

"You know, I've noticed one thing about you Caden."

"What's that?"

"You're very emotional for someone who pretends to only know the emotion of anger and having a 'I don't care' attitude," she said and handed me a sheet of paper that looked like a flyer. "It's okay to be emotional and feeling the need to talk it out. Read the paper and consider it before throwing it away."

She gave me a smile before walking out of the classroom with her stuff and leaving me there with my own things and the flyer in my hand. The first thing I noticed immediately when I looked down were the words 'safe space' and 'group or individual therapy group.' It was a flyer from the local community center that hosts group therapy sessions and my teacher just gave me one because she thought I needed to talk about my feelings. If I was being honest, I didn't know if I was feeling offended or not. It felt good when I asked Diego for advice but the thought of telling other people my business. . . It didn't sit right with me.

"I've been waiting for you!"

"Oh, sorry," I mumbled and walked over to Max who stood at the door entrance. "I was talking to my teacher."

"What's that?" He asked and looked at the flyer.

"It's nothing, something she passed out. Let's go," I said and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "How was class?"

"The usual," he said and shrugged off my arm, getting his keys out of his backpack to be ready. "Hector is with Diego and Charlie already left. Where do you want to go? My place or yours?"

"You don't just want to go out? Spend some time out together?"

He laughed and unlocked his truck when we got near, both of us getting in a second later. I didn't understand what he was laughing at. Was it the fact that I offered to be out with him? What was wrong with going out to places? I wanted to treat him out, not be stuck in a room. I was trying to be romantic dammit.