The Wrong Type of Love (Teacher/Student Relationship)

Chapter Twenty Three

FROM HERE I WILL  BE DOING EVERYTHING THAT I SAID I WOULD DO :)

I have completely forgotten how to dedicate so I'm just going to type it.

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Noah picked me up from the hospital ten minutes after I rang, when going to the car I pulled my hood up and covered my face. Even though there was no one who could see me, I still wanted to make sure. Plus, I felt like I looked like a mess and so I wanted to make sure that Noah wouldn't see me like that.

He was wearing grey joggers, that had paint stains on them, and a black hoodie, he too had pulled up his hood. If anyone saw him here, it may not be good, people would ask questions if they saw him picking me up from the hospital.

When he saw me standing there, hands in my pockets and hunched over, he came running over and wrapped his arms around me.

"He's gone, he's actually gone" I cried, my body convulsing with sobs. He shushed me and walked me over to his car. Slowly he put me in the car and put my belt on, then he too got in and drove away.

It didn't occur to me that I was going to his house for the first time, the only thing I had in my mind was the image of Jack.

I kept on seeing his smile when he first saw me coming towards him outside the cinema. I kept feeling his hand on mine, like at the party. I couldn't stop thinking about him, so I just stared out the window and watched the lights go by.

The only sound that filled my ears was the sounds of Jacks laughter and how smooth his voice sounded. Of course having no radio on and having no other sound to distract me didn't help this. Noah didn't say a word, he just focused on the road and occasionaly glanced over at me, making sure I hadn't broken down or something. If I was honest, I didn't really know how to react. Inside I wanted to fall to the floor and curl up into a ball and cry for the rest of my life, but on the outside I did nothing. I wasn't crying, I wasn't doing nothing, the tears that had escaped before now felt like they were the only ones that would ever escape. I just stared out at the darkness, willing it to engulf me so that I didn't have to be a witness to all the pain that happens in the world.

I did not know why I felt like this, we were close I guess but I don't know how close we were. I never really focused on what we were, now I think about it, I only focused on me and Noah and not Jack. Isn't that bad? I had a perfectly handsome boy who liked me and wanted to be with me, in public, and all I could think about was what Noah was doing. We hadn't even put a name to it, we hadn't said we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but I guess we didnt need to. We both knew that we were together in that way.

But it is too late to do anything about that now, I can't go back in time and change it. Would I change it if I had the opportunity? Would I say yes if someone ran up to me and said, "hey, I have a time machine, wanna go back in time and change the decision you made about Jack?".

I didn't have a chance to think about what I would say because we then arrived at his house, I didn't move. No, I couldn't move. I was stuck to the seat, still staring out the window into the darkness. I was more focused on the darkness that I didn't notice that Noah had walked around to my side of the car and carried me in his arms into the house.

He sat on the sofa and held me, to be honest I don't think he really knew what to do. It was then that I wondered how much pain he had seen, many people see a great amount of pain in their lifetime but when I looked at Noah, I only saw good and it made me believe that he had witnessed little pain. Everyone has to have at least one dead relative and he must have some, but maybe he can hide the pain and only show the happiness.