Loving You

CHAPTER 8- "You've gotten what you wanted, right?!"

I don't think there's anyone in the world who loves Mondays as much as I do.

Note the sarcasm.

Duh, I hate Mondays. There are lots of things to hate about Mondays. But most importantly... it's the first day of the week.

Once I get out of my car, I feel someone tap me on my shoulder from behind.

"I need to talk to you," turning around, I see Skylar looking down at me with a beautiful- who am I kidding- his signature scowl plastered on his face.

"What?!" I ask in irritation.

"Cut that act," he hisses, taking a step closer to me, "You've gotten what you wanted, right?!"

"What the hell are you yapping about?!" I slam my car door shut and start walking towards the entrance, hoping to get away from this dumb conversation.

Skylar grabs my arm and turns me, so that I'm fully facing him. By now a lot of eyes are staring. More stares that I can handle. My breathing gradually turns into gasps for air.

I'm having a panic attack.

"You can continue your act, I don't care," he harshly drops my hand and runs a finger through his hair, "You don't need to waste your time figuring out my behavior or whatever... we'll just make a random report last minute. Long story cut short, I don't want you around me".

Sometimes, I wonder what I ever did to make Skylar hate me so much. We weren't friends at first- neither are we now- but we tolerate each other... I tolerate him.

I can't say the same for him right now. He's looking down at me, his eyes filled with nasty emotions I can't quite decipher.

My short gasps slowly turn into soft sobs. Tears welling up in my eyes. My chest hurts so much, why do I have a panic attack now of all times... in front of him. He'll probably think I'm crying because of what he said.

I run towards the school entrance, looking for a safe place to take my anxiety pills.

Straight to the teachers' lounge, yep, that's where I'm going. I can't keep up with his bullshit anymore. It really feels so unbearable for someone to suddenly hate you for no reason.

Standing in front of the door to the teachers' lounge, I take a deep breath. I promised myself I'd never ever do this. Why? Let's just say, I'm not on the good side of most of my teachers.

The door opens just as I'm about to turn the door handle.

How delightful.

"Ms Reynolds," Mr Grandes says with an annoying smile, "I don't expect you of all people to be here".

"Uhm... is Mrs Tatar in there," I ask.

"No, she just left. She's not feeling well so she's gone home".

Why.

I sacrificed my morning devotion with chocolate all for nothing. I can't be partners Skylar, I just can't.

I rush to my locker to know if I can take a few bites before bell for first period rings... oh... and of course to get my English note.

Definitely.

"Hey Ash!"

I let out a shriek and jump, making me bump my head on my locker. I'm trying so hard not to cry.

Happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.

"Woah... jumpy much?" I hear Chase say.

I turn towards him and give him a pouty look, "That's your sorry?"