My Last Request (teacherxstudent wlw)

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As the days stretched on, the weight of my worries about Elena and her stupid flirt seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment. It's stupid to think that much about it. I feel like an attention seeker, even though I don't like attention that much. It felt like a rain cloud over me that wouldn't go away or something. Whenever I talked to Elena, she would just change the subject. Jonathan this, Jonathan that...

I found myself trying to avoid Elena, even though it probably made everything ten times worse. Is Elena drifting away from me? Am I just overthinking? And what am I going to do about it, if there even is something to do?

The weeks wore on, and I tried my best to bury myself in schoolwork to avoid her. God, I swear life is going to consume me someday. I tried to focus on other things, I really did, but the thoughts of Elena and Jonathan always seemed to find their way back into my mind. I couldn't talk regularly to Elena without feeling the need to roll my eyes.

School ended and nearly everyone left. My dad isn't home from work yet, and I forgot my keys. I decided to just sit in the library and do some homework. I'm behind in English, usually I'm not, so it really confuses me.

I laid my head over a stack of textbooks.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the silence.

"Hey, Dahlia. Mind if I join you?" Ms. Sanders' voice spoke, forcing me out of my thoughts.

I looked up at her tall figure standing beside my table, a reassuring smile warmed her face.

Relief flooded through me at the sight of her, and I couldn't help but return her smile.

"Sure. Sit down." I let out, sighing.

As Ms. Sanders sat into the chair opposite me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over me. There was something about her presence that always seemed to calm me somehow.

"Is everything okay?" She asked gently, her eyes filled with concern. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to put my feelings into words. I looked at her as she switched positions. Her elbows rested on the table and her head tilted a bit.

"I'm just... feeling a bit lost, I guess." I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"It's Elena. She's been spending all her time with this guy from our math class, and I can't shake off the feeling that she's drifting away from me." She seemed... curious? I don't know but she definitely listened.

"Maybe she just wants him to notice her love for him. She could be so in love that she forgot everything else around her, everyone tries that at least once in their life. She'll get back to you in no time. Besides, if she drops a friendship for a boy, she's probably not worth keeping." She said, her words felt comfortable and understanding.

Just as we talked, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. I felt relaxed by finally talking to someone.

When the bell rang, I felt the feeling coming back. It felt like it only went away when I was talking to her, so I guess it helped me. I need to do it more, then.

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When I arrived home and threw my bag on my floor, I decided to just sit in my room and listen to music. Maybe scroll a bit on Instagram. I put on my playlist, set it on shuffle, then 'Breathe' by Taylor Swift started playing and I opened Instagram.

I saw the little blue circle around Elenas profile picture. I clicked on it, and it was a picture of her and Jonathan. I felt the weight of the worries pressing down on me again. Tears pressed at the corners of my eyes as I stared at the picture. Her arms around him, his around her shoulders... God, this boy can't even hold a girl correctly.

I dropped my phone on my lap, not even bothered to like it or turn off my phone.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text message, forcing me out of my thoughts. With trembling hands, I picked up the phone and glanced at the screen, my heart skipping a beat when I saw the name displayed there.

It was Elena.

I took a deep breath to get myself together, before my fingers hovered over the screen, unsure of whether to open the message or ignore it. But curiosity got the better of me, and I tapped on the screen and read the words that appeared there.

Elena
Why are you ignoring me?

A thousand thoughts appeared in my mind, swirling all around at the same time. How could Elena possibly care if I'm ignoring her or not? I need to answer her. I'm not much of a better person if I don't.

Dahlia

I'm not?

Elena
Right, so all that "I can't, I have to study" wasn't a lie? I saw you go to Ms. Sanders' classroom.

I sigh, turning off my phone. I wipe my cheeks after feeling the wet tears. I look at my now wet and black hands. Great.

A few moments later, my phone buzzed again, signaling the arrival of a new message. With bated breath, I opened it and read the words that appeared on the screen.

Elena
Are you jealous?

Dahlia
What is there to be jealous of? Your life is boring as hell.

Elena
Bro why are you getting so defensive? 💀 You're clearly jealous of Jonathan.

Dahlia
I'm not fucking jealous, alright? Stop texting me.

I turn off my phone completely and toss it across the room. I hear a faint snap and I run to the other side of the room. I pick up my phone and it's shattered. Not completely, but definitely enough for the camera to not work. I guess I hit the corner of my dresser or something. Fuck.

Tears build up in my eyes again. Why the fuck do I cry this much?

My phone buzzed again, but I'm not even bothered to check it. I'm honestly surprised it still works.

I stared at some small pieces of glass laying on my wooden floor. But as the reality of what I'd just done sank in, a wave of regret washed over me, mingling with the anger and frustration that had driven me to such a reckless act.

With a heavy sigh, I sank onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands as I tried to steady my breathing. The realization of the events of the past few weeks hit me, leaving me feeling torn apart. Like a wound that refused to heal.

I thought throwing my phone would somehow make me feel better, that maybe it would help to release some of the pent-up emotions that were on the edge of consuming me. But now, as I realize it maybe wasn't the best idea. All it left me with was a broken screen and those stupid thoughts in my head.

I know she's dropping me, why am I making such a big deal out of it?

With a sigh and wipe under my eyes, I pushed myself to my feet and began to gather up the small pieces of my broken phone. I try to be careful while picking up the glass, but accidentally cut myself. Just my luck.

I groan and go to the bathroom upstairs since I didn't feel like going downstairs. I run my cut up palm under the water, wincing at the feeling. I wrap my hand with some bandage wrap I found in the counter under the sink. After my hand is wrapped, I take some bandage tape and tape the end so it sticks.

I sneak back to my room without waking up my dad. I went home a bit late and didn't really eat dinner. I'll catch up tomorrow or something.

With a final sigh, I pick up the last pieces of glass and put it aside on my desk before turning to my bed and crawling underneath the covers. I pulled the blanket up around me like a shield against the cold wind. Just as I closed my eyes and saw nothing but darkness, everything fell silent. I just hope Elena won't throw away our friendship.

A/N

I'm sorry it took so long to update, I had a busy week 😭

Anyways, I'm already writing the next chapter, I don't know how long it'll be.

Also, I will maaaybe make a playlist for this book, depends.

Have an amazing week!!