The Truth Hurts

Chapter 21

a/n: wow oh my i havent updated in so long haHA whats new im the worst writer ever i think. sry to keep u guys waiting. im on summer vacation and my crush doesnt like me back. im sad and so i will write to keep my sadness away. it's working a bit.

please read my new-ish story called "anchors" because oh my god it is so beautiful and it hurts me and it makes me cry you wont regret reading it i swear <333 like, if you thought this book makes u hurt inside, that other book will make u hurt inside EVEN MORE.

anyway, thanks for ur patience ily guys
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It's Monday morning and I'm scared out of my wits. I wish I didn't have to go to school. I don't want to see Dalton. I wish I could just drop Social Studies. I am so, so done. With him. With love. With Social Studies. With everything.
I'm walking to my locker before the bell rings when I bump into Luke.
"Shit, Devon! Watch where you're going!" Luke says, surprised.
I just scowl at him. He probably knows about Dalton standing me up last Saturday. I start walking away from him when he pulls me back.
"What's your problem, huh?" Luke asks in a challenging tone.
I forgot he and his friends were war freaks and assholes. Don't mess with them, they said. You'll regret it, they said.
"Your best friend is." I spat. "Now leave me the fuck alone."
I try to get his hand off my arm and succeed.
"What do you mean?" Luke asks me.
He's just pretending to be clueless, Devon. Don't fall for his act. I think to myself.
"Don't even fucking act like you don't know, Luke. You guys are probably laughing about me when I'm not around. You guys are assholes. Please relay that to your friend too. Thanks." I tell him as menacingly as I can.
I turn my back on him and walk away.
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The bell rings to signify it's time for my next class: Social Studies. I'd been deciding all morning if I was going to skip class or not. I didn't want to see his face ever again. I even went to the library during lunch just so I could avoid him.
But seeing as I had never really skipped class before and I would most likely get in trouble if I did, I took a deep breath and started heading for my next classroom.
As I walked in the classroom for our Social Studies class, I looked to where mine and Dalton's table was. His seat was empty. I breathe a sigh of relief and hoped that he wouldn't come to class today because he was scared I'd go apeshit on him. You betcha I will.
I sit down on my seat and wait for the bell to ring again so that class would start. I hope with all my heart that he doesn't walk in this r-- And my hope is now gone as I watch Dalton walk in the door, his black hair disheveled. His blue eyes are staring straight at me and his face is void of any emotion. Meanwhile, I am seething with anger and I hope that he can feel it from where he was right this moment.
Dalton sits down next to me on his seat. I expect him to apologize to me again, saying sorry about how he stood me up on freaking Valentine's Day and to prove to me that he isn't an asshole. But he doesn't. The bell rings and class starts. Mr. Cooley starts talking and Dalton stares straight ahead without even looking at me. He doesn't say anything to me, doesn't even glance at my direction for even a brief second. Out of all the scenarios in my head that I'd imagined of what would happen when we finally saw each other, this was not something I ever imagined.
I didn't know if I wanted to cry or not. How dare he act sweet to me, spills his secrets to me, listen to my fucking heartaches, stand me up on Valentine's Day and not fucking talk to me? He acts like I don't fucking exist -- like he didn't cry to me just weeks ago. He's acting like I'm nobody important because I really thought I was. I really fucking thought I was. I guess I thought wrong.
When the bell rings to signify the end of class, I get up from my seat as fast as possible and leave the room without looking at Dalton even once. I was scared that if I did, I'd start crying.