Is it possible?

Chapter 2

The gentle rays of morning sunlight filtered through the closed curtains, casting a soft lilac hue upon the walls of my room. Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open, allowing them to gradually adjust to the light.

Rising from my bed, I moved with deliberate steps toward the full-length mirror positioned near my door. As my fingers rubbed away the remnants of sleep from my eyes, I couldn't help but be reminded of the limited amount of sleep I had because of my father. The clattering of bottles and the echo of his shouts kept me up. Soon after I heard a glass being thrown to the ground with a loud shatter to accompany it, my father's snores filled the air. However, there was an additional reason for my fatigue today – the anticipation of Vincent's arrival.

My face scrunched into a frown as I examined my reflection, a clear sign of how sleep-deprived I was. Those deep, dark circles under my eyes contrasted sharply, a not-so-flattering reminder of the restless night I had. However, I tell myself to always look at the good in things. My father had chosen to ignore my presence for the past 2 days. The bruises from last week were gradually fading, with no new ones to take their place. 

As I was getting ready for school, I ensure to apply some concealer under my eyes. I decide to wear a comfortable outfit consisting of a zip-up hoodie layered over a white tank top, paired with cargo pants. I leave my hair untied, allowing it to serve as a shield for my face, just in case I cross paths with Vincent.

I seize my school bag from its place near my bed and drape it over my shoulder. With cautious movements, I crack open my bedroom door after making sure to grab my phone from my nightstand. Silently, I begin to descend down the staircase, the sound of my father's snores gets louder as I shift down each step. Glancing into the kitchen, I'm met with the sight of shattered glass strewn across the floor – a mess I'll have to clean up later. I hold the door handle and press it down gently, hoping it won't make any noise. When it stays quiet, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I took a step outside, ensuring the door closed soundlessly. 

After a swift turn on my feet, I began my short journey to school. 

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Before I even stepped into the school building, Rory was already at my side, having been there early for a meeting with our Spanish teacher. She had become quite skilled in Spanish, which led to her being chosen as a tutor to help those who were struggling with the subject.

Without uttering a word, she pulled me in the direction of her locker.

Baffled, I gave her a questioning look.

"Is everything okay?" I leaned in, ensuring our conversation remained private.

"Have you seen him yet?"

No name was needed; I knew exactly who she was referring to.

I shook my head, answering her question. "Not yet."

"Ugh, brace yourself for this," she muttered with an eye roll, "It's like everyone's suddenly decided to gush over him. They're blabbering on and on about how 'hot,' 'attractive,' and 'sexy' he supposedly is."

I chuckle at her expression of disgust when the bells rings. We make our way over to my locker  so I could grab my English folder. 

The topic of our discussion has changed now, yet in the depths of my thoughts, a persistent nudge reminds me of the chance that I might run into Vincent today.

When we walk into the classroom, we took our assigned seats. With English being one of the subjects I liked the least, followed closely by physics, the class seemed to stretch on at a snail's pace.