chapter 27

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The actions proceeding the celebration were something you'd see out of one of those depressing 'romantic' movies.

Kendall got home to instantly lay in her bed. She blasted The Smiths through her walkman and made herself curl up in a ball.

Then, she cried freely. Tear after tear fell down her cheeks and hit the pillow under her.

She knew she wasn't going to make the decision to go back to him, so she decided to cry it all out and move on.

It seemed like all of the steps of going through a break up were all coming together. She was in denial, yet she was sad, and angry, but also rebounding. It was great.

Kendall unknowingly had opened the floodgates of everything she had ever held in.

She cried herself to sleep that night. And the night after that. Then the night after that. To the night after that. Until it became a part of her nightly routine.

Two weeks went by and yet, she was still crying herself to sleep.

She was quickly slipping deeper and deeper into a depressive state and it was beginning to show.

She had been so strong for so long but holding everything in was catching up with her.

It wasn't until the day of November 21, that it had been beginning to be brought up with others.

"Kendall," Dean whispered, leaning forward in his desk. She turned her head, staring blankly at him.

Before he could say anything, the teacher cleared her throat from the front of the room, "excuse me Mr. Portman, is there something you would like to say?"

"Uh, no ma'am. Sorry." He leaned back into his chair. Students laughed quietly across the room, seeing someone get caught was a funny occasion to see during the what seemed like never ending class.

All laughed but one. Kendall faced forward once more, the same blank expression on her face. Not even a small smile tracing her lips. Dean scrunched his eyebrows in concern.

The past couple of weeks he had noticed something off with the girl. He had just figured she was having a bad week, like we all have at some point.

When he had called her name, she had looked but it wasn't the Kendall he knew. Her normal lively, warm brown eyes had been sunken. Sunken to cold, dark eyes which dark circles laid underneath. It was almost like she wasn't there. She just had stared right through him.

The bell rang, dismissing the class. He quickly packed up his books and threw his bag on his shoulder, following her out.

"Hey, Kendall! Wait up!" She turned, stopping in her tracks, waiting for the boy to reach her.

"Hey Dean," she sported a small smile.

"I haven't seen you much besides classes, how has living been?" He questioned, throwing his arm around her shoulder.

"Its been life!" She laughed shortly.

"What class are you going to next?" He carried on the conversation because she decided not to.

"Unfortunately biology."

"Oh yeah definitely unfortunately. I hate all that cell stuff." She laughed at that, but once again it was short.

"As much as cells taunt me, i meant unfortunately because i have that class with Adam."

"Oh. How have you been with that lately?" Dean stopped her just a few feet away from the biology room. He took this moment to try and figure out what exactly was wrong with Kendall Conway.

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