Guilty

Juliette

I wake with a start, I glance at my phone and see it's just gone past one in the morning. I haven't been able to fall asleep since my fight with Zane. 

I doubt I could even call it a fight. I just said things and he stood there listening before walking away. I hadn't meant to upset him, not really. I was just being spiteful like always. 

I'd gone too far. I hated him, I swear it but knowing that I'd hurt him...truly hurt him bothered me. We were always around each other because of our schedules and assigned seats I couldn't have him hating me more than he had before. 

Reaching for my black cardigan I slipped outside my hallway and walked down the steps to the floor beneath mine. Zane's floor. It was eerily quiet and I swear I got the feeling that someone was following me, or watching me but every time I turned around I couldn't see anyone else.

I really did hate walking around in the dark. 

I stopped at his door, recognised the number and knocked softly. I didn't want to wake anyone else up but I'd heard from a few friends Zane was a heavy sleeper. 

I was appalled at how many of my friends had hooked up with him or at least knew a friend of a friend who had. 

I waited for a couple of seconds anxiously and then knocked again, a little louder this time. I heard movement from inside and then the door creaked open and I took a step back to put some distance between us. 

Zane leans on the door frame, his jet-black hair all messy from sleep. He lets out a lazy yawn as his eyes adjust to the dark. I try to remain composed when I notice he isn't wearing a shirt. My eyes instinctively drop down to notice his grey sweatpants that hang low on his lips. Low enough that I can make out his v line. 

Okay, so those girls in the locker room weren't lying, his chest and stomach do look like they could have been sculpted by a god. My mouth dries as I stare at him.

Jesus Christ.

"Juliette?" He questions lazily, his voice is gravelly from sleep and my heart races. 

Oh god, what's happening? 

I force myself to meet his eyes, "I'm sorry it's late I couldn't sleep." 

"Why are you here?" He asks me, harshly. 

"Um...I wanted to apologise for what I said today I didn't mean it, I- I don't know why I said it," I tell him, swallowing. 

He stares at me silently for a few seconds. Probably gathering his bearings, "You said it because you think it's true." 

I shake my head, "That isn't true, it isn't what I think." 

"I don't need or care about your apology Juliette. We aren't friends, we never were it doesn't matter what we think about each other. Go to bed." He tells me sternly before shutting the door in my face. 

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I glance at the clock nervously for the 10th time this minute.

11:59

Summer and I have a mock trial against each other scheduled for this morning for our class. 

I'm nervous of course, she's good at what she does. But I've prepared the best I can in the day we're given to prep. 

This case is somewhat easy, then again mock trials always end up bringing things up you can't prepare for. That's what makes them fun. 

12:00

Zane strolls through the door in a suit with a briefcase and I force myself not to look at him. The last week I have felt the absence of his presence rather significantly. The silence between the both of us is loud. Even my classmates have picked up on it.