Chapter 9: The Great Depression

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It's been 2 weeks since the accident. I haven't been to school since then. The boys have been checking on me. Besides Jack and Shawn of course. I've sobbed over RJ every night for so many hours. I haven't ate since then or talked barely. Only 'yes' or 'okay' and sometimes a shake or a nod. I've been roaming around my neighborhood only on rainy days. It's usually to the places we used to go to. I've listened to our playlist over and over everyday. I just can't get over the fact that my bestfriend is gone. The funeral hasn't happened yet. Her parents said they would give me a while to take in everything. It's really hard for me to do anything really. I hardly get out of the bed actually. But I realized I can't be depressed forever. I've decided that I'm going to go to school today. I have no choice. I can't keep having the guys bring my homework for me and drag them down with me. I'd feel guilty.


I'm currently getting out of the shower and making my way to my bed where my clothes are laying.

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Now, I'm walking to school instead of driving. I don't want people to think I've gotten over RJ so quickly. This walk might take me a little over 25 minutes due to how slow I'm walking. I then take out my headphones and turn on The Neighbourhood.


-28 Minutes Later-


I'm now making my way up to the entrance. Nervous would be an understatement. I'm already late so I'm able to avoid so many sympothetic stares. I walk down a couple of hallways before walking faster when I see my locker. I open it and look in the mirror on the locker door. I look like shit. I close the door and look down at my shoes. How could Shawn be in love with something so disgusting? As I'm making a turn, I bump into a body. I squeeze my eyes shut and prepare for the impact...but it never happens. I slowly open my eyes and come face to face with those same dark chocolate eyes. Where's Shawn?


"Didn't think I'd see little Miss Rose so soon." He spoke with his dark husky voice. I looked down at his hands and saw that they were still wrapped around my waist.


"Yeah..." I said, not looking up. Jack slowly let me go and put his hands in his pockets. I gained the courage to look up a him.


"You're wearing my hoodie." He chuckled a little but still studied the cozy fabric that I wore. I looked down and looked back up at him, almost worried.


"Do you want it back? I'm sorry. I didn't reali-" I said getting worried but getting cut off by a yell down the hall. I looked and saw him. Shawn. I looked back up at Jack in panic and started dargging him into the janitors closet.


"Rose, what the fuck are you doing?" He whisper-yelled. I put my hand on his mouth and held my breath. I looked down at the bottom of the door and saw the shadows of feet. My eyes widened in the dark but I could almost tell that Jack was probably doing the same thing. When we were sure that 'Shawn' left, I tried to open the door as quietly as possible. But it wouldn't budge. I looked back at Jack in shock and fear.


"What? Why aren't you opening the door?" Jack asked, stepping closer. It took me a moment to reply because I was so speechless but I finally did.


"Jack, I think we're locked in. Someone locked us in here." I responded. He looked at me for a couple of seconds before pushing past me and throwing himself against the door. I just stood there.

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