A WHY CHOOSE NOVEL
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Can you withstand the pain and criticism?
Hunter Anderson, Garrett Reid, Blaise Dawson and Ashton Hernandez are mine. They may be a little broken, hurt, and constantly distressed but they...
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Ten fucking days. She hasn't let us speak to her for over a whole damn week. I think I'm close to going fucking insane.
She's allowed us to tell her a total of two words for the past eight out of the ten days. The two words have literally been "Good Morning."
Then again, there was that time where I tried to make her speak to me during class. I called on in hopes for her to answer one of the problems I had projected on the board.
I thought it was a good plan at that moment but once I called on her, I couldn't have been more fucking wrong.
She looked up from her purple notebook and gave me the biggest death glare she has ever given me. She then proceeded to shake her head slightly and said "No, I'm currently writing the notes from earlier." She then proceeded to look over at Ethan and asked him to do the problem for her. Ethan just nodded and did it for her.
I wanted to drop all my shit and jump out of the fucking window at that point. It was becoming ridiculous.
But I knew better than to push her to do something she didn't want to do or something she wasn't ready for. Her dad always used to tell me how she had a very horrible temper when she kept things bottled up. That and I remember her dad saying that when she's in a mood that space is what she needed most. So, I'll respect the time and space she needs.
"Have you guys decided on what you guys are going to do on Christmas?" Hunter asks as he writes down a few things on his clipboard.
"No." He slightly shakes his head. "But I'm tempted to drink three times my weight of Vodka that night." Ashton says as he fixes the cuffs of his dressing shirt.
Over drink by drinking till everything becomes numb. That did sound like a fucking plan.
Amanda wasn't going to be home; Justin definitely wasn't going to be home and Violet won't even speak to me so that plan sounded so damn tempting.
