After what Bryan said, we knew we didn't have anything to say to each other, so I immediately left before sitting in my car during several minutes, questioning myself.
How did I change so much?
How did I let that happen to myself?
How did I become such a horrible and heartless person?
How did I stop caring about people, whoever they were?
How did I let my popularity take everything in my life?
The thing was that I knew what it was, I just didn't want to think about it.
Because the reason wasn't something... but someone. 259 days, I reminded myself.
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When I came back home, I wasn't crying nor sobbing, nor depressed in any way. I was just hurt. Hurt by myself. Hurt by who I became, my superficial self. I wanted to call Meghan and spit everything out, then cry, then she would make me laugh with her stupid jokes and convince me to get back on top of my feelings. This is what I always did. But this time I didn't.
Why?
Because I wasn't sad just disappointed by my attitude, so I wouldn't get any comfort in crying over my own mistakes.
I sighed before coming back to reality, I was sitting at my desk, trying to concentrate on this maths homework. But no matter how much I blinked, the numbers and formulas changed into words that kept leaping from the page.
"Why would you do that?"
"You know, I was wrong."
"You're worth much less than this bunch of arrogant popular puppets because you act even worse than them.", over and over again, before my eyes got blurry and I fell into an agitated sleep.
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I woke up at the sound of my phone beeping, indicating an incoming call.
I sighed before taking the call, already knowing who was the only person who was awake this early in the morning.
"Hey Meghan," I answered in a tired voice.
"Hey ya!," she excitedly responded.
"What do you want?", I groaned, hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible and get back into bed, oh my sweet, tender, loving-
"You are coming to John's party tonight, right?", she asked me in a cheerful tone, snapping me back to reality.
"Yeah of course, was it all?", I replied, obviously annoyed by her pointless call.
"Duh, I wouldn't be calling for that only!"
"So what is it?"
"My brother..."
"What about your brother?", I answered with a detached tone, hoping she wouldn't ask further questions.
"How did it go?", she joyfully continued.
"Well, it went well.", and I knew she didn't believe in my lie the moment I heard the beeping sound, indicating that she had hung up.
I sighed before getting up, not wanting to stay in bed and think about what I did to myself another second. But then again, I obviously thought about it during the hours preceding recess. I saw him entering my Latin class, he came as late as possible, and I didn't know the reason why he did.
Everything was fine between us last night, I kind of admitted that I was wrong, so I can only assume that it is something else.
And my mission was to find out what it was.
At recess, I saw Bryan coming out of the classroom opposite to mine and I jumped on the occasion to talk to him.
"Hey Bryan, how are you today?", I chirped.
"I am pretty good, but why are you talking to me anyway?", he surprisingly asked.
"I don't know, something is definitely up with you and I think we are good, aren't we?", I continued in a hesitant voice.
"Who said we were 'good'? You did! And the only reason why you think we are 'good' is that you don't want to admit that I am right, that hurting me wasn't the right thing to do! But apparently, you don't want to admit it, neither to me or to yourself!"
I looked at him leaving and an impression of deja-vu came to me, before I saw him hitting the locker, letting a groan of anger.
It was the first time I saw him that angry, he was the shy and quiet type, but why would he be? I made a mistake, but I will obviously never admit it, so what's the point of waiting for my forgiveness, right?
Three claps snapped me back to reality as I spun around and saw Meghan, looking at me with disgust and...pity? She was applauding my pathetic speech, no words were needed to be spoken, our eyes expressed our thoughts.
I sighed at my luck before hurrying up to my next class, wanting to end this day as quickly as possible.
Hey guys! I am so so so sorry for not updating but I was revising for my exams, they are in 6 days and let's just say that I am not freaking out at all *add sarcasm* I hope you like it even if I am not really proud of it... I know where the story is going, what I want to write, but I just can't write what I am thinking ! You know what I mean.
What do you think is the mystery between the increasing number 259?
What do you think it is related to?
Do you think Arianna values her friendship more than her popularity?
Do you think something is going to happen at the party? If yes, what ?
You are not prepared for what is going to happen in the next chapter my darlings!
Love you all,
Elena Xxxx
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