Fool.

17: ugh

Collage sucks.

Nothing like I thought it would be.

I'm. Ready. For break.

It's only been 4 weeks of it and I'm already dying. Wyatt and Skyler are too.

Things have changed

Wyatt started becoming a little distant. I tried to talk to him...but he will never budge. I tried being sexual, but he shrugs me off. I've been hanging out with miles a lot now. It's become a daily thing.

I knocked on Wyatt's door. "GO AWAY" I heard him yell. "Wyatt...er, it's me. Ari." I said and opened the door. Wyatt was in his boxers in his bed smoking a cigarette. He looked like a total reck. "What?" He said to me in a rude tone. I've become familiar with it now. I walked over to him and took the cigarette out of his hand, putting it out. "The fuck?!" He shouted grabbing my wrist furiously, pressing his fingers down making me wince in pain. I pulled my arm away fast and rubbed my wrist. "THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" I screamed which made Wyatt flinch. I didn't care if anyone else heard, I was now done. "What has gotten into you??" I asked. I felt my eyes tear up. Wyatt shook his head and put his hands to his face. He got up and walked over to me. Before he pulled me into a hug I stepped back. I was still rubbing my wrist from when he grabbed it. His eyes were now red too. He turned around and faced a window, trying to ignore me. I hope he was reflecting on What had happened. He abused me. I turned around and walked out the door. I was half way through the hall way when he came running with an ice pack. "Baby...ugh baby I'm sorry. I had no right to do that." He said handing me the pack. I set it on my wrist and looked at him with a blank stare. His eyes got watery. "I...ugh. I've even under a lot of stress. I'm sorry. I know we haven't been too close latley...." Wyatt said. I walked away down the hallway before he could say anything else. I walked out of the dorm building and down to the food court. I saw Miles there. I walked over to him.

He gave me a friendly wide smile, but then it faded when he saw the ice pack on my wrist. "What happened??" He said. He sounded very worried. "Wyatt." I said and rolled my eyes. I sat down in the chair next to Miles. I didn't know how i really feel about the situation... So many emotions that I can't find a word for. I felt hurt, angry, worried, and most of all scared. Wyatt has just... Changed.

"Of course... I don't know why I asked." Said miles. He agrees with me about the stuff going on with Wyatt. He's concerned for Wyatt...but I've learned mostly for me. Miles leaned in close "Ya know, he's still loves you. He really does." Miles said. I pulled away and laughed. "Ha! I love how he acts like it, Ya know?" I said sarcastically. Miles put his hand in mine for reassurance. I smiled warmly at him, he smiled back....

"THE FUCK" Wyatt said storming into the food court. miles quickly took his hand off mine and stood up. "Wyatt, calm down man." Miles said in a smooth tone. Wyatt quickly raised his fist up. I jumped in front of miles. "WYATT STOP" I yelled...before getting punched into the face...hard. I feel back in the table hitting my head, then again on the floor. I was now unconscious.