The Storms Must Pass (ON HOLD)

Chapter Nine: Liquid Sunshine

A/N: Oh faithful readers, i loved the response i was getting for the book so i decided to continue with it. thi chapter has a lot of dark emotions but i encourage you to read it. Please vote, comment, etc. You have no clue what response means to an author, unless you are one..

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Have you ever felt so hurt that you want to physically hurt yourself more? Just to know the pain is not abstract, just to assure yourself that the pain won't leave; to assure your mind, your soul and your entire psych.  

That was just how I felt after running across the entire campus at five in the morning on Sunday. The weather was damp, dew lined the leaves of the trees surrounding the lake. The sun had barely risen, the colours illuminating the sky were like an invisible artist's brush wrecked havoc to his canvas. Streaks of blue, vermillion and scattered traces of orange surrounded me.  

The lake was just another mirror to the beauty around me. Yet all I could think about was Maria's words in the library.

"So you and Aiden broke it off?" She said in a nonchalant voice as she dipped the nail paint brush into a bottle of Jazzberry. Her fifth nail colour- Yellow, Navy blue, Green, Pink and Red; other wise known as 'Jazzberry'. 

"We were never together. Now if you could please start your research?" I begged for the enth time that day. Her absolutely laid back attitude about education startled me only to the extent of me remembering how she said 'studying is so not cool'.  

I gave up after that. Or at least I begged my mind to.. 

"Fine! But you've gotta admit, it's better this way rather than you drooling over Tyler everyday, even though you can never get your hands on my man," She shrugged and pushed her nail paints aside to flip through a chemistry book. 

"I do not drool over him!" I snapped, or rather squeaked. My larynx decided this was the best time to constrict and make me sound more like a dumbass. 

"So you admit you liked him?" She looked up from her book which she barely gave any attention to. A cheeky smile was plastered across her face, with her eyes glinting with excitement. 

"I did not!" I stated, coming out better than the last time. 

Maria laughed a mellifluous yet spine-tingling laugh, "Sweetie, you really should rethink that. He has no feelings for me yet I always throw myself at him. Desperate right?"  

I could only stare with eyes wide open as she continued, "I still try to hope he doesn't fall for other girls like you. You're not that pretty either but you've managed to get his attention faster than I could ever hope for." 

Ouch. 

"So what's your point? I can't be friends with 'your man'?" I asked, dropping my pen. Clearly we were far from learning anything of educational value today. 

"You can be. You want more and it's pretty obvious but he isn't going to let you in that easy," She gave me a weak smile before continuing, "he already asked me out to the Fall Banquet." 

"Um, okay?" I asked uneasily. The Fall Banquet was in a matter of weeks, right after our first break. We had a week off from school where boarders could either stay in the school or with students who had houses in or around London. The Fall Banquet was when parents would come to visit their children and rip out a few cheques for the evenings charity ball. A few people had already begun asking others out already; sometimes in a quite location or sometimes in a rather grand display of public affection. A part of me wanted the latter but I had to suppress it before my mind could press into it, making me think about it night and day.