Math class-can't say I didn't enjoy it. It's the only subject where you don't have to cram, I'd say. Sadly, Hana had computers, leaving me alone. As I walked to my class, I noticed Aiden by the door and walked up to him.
"Hey, you need help with something?" I asked.
"Lia, you are my lifesaver. I need to get to math class, and I have no clue how this shitty place works."
"Oh, this is the math class. Looks like we both have the same class."
"Really? Well, now I won't be alone in there," he said with a relieved smile.
We were making small talk, laughing about how he'd probably end up in the janitor's closet without my help. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emery walk into the classroom. Suddenly, I felt something grab my wrist. Looking down, I saw it was Emery, pulling me in with him.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" I joked, stumbling a bit.
"You and I need to talk," Emery said, his tone dead serious.
Aiden looked bewildered. "Uh, should I... wait here, or is this a private drama session?"
Emery shot him a look that could make milk curdle. "No, Aiden. This is between Lia and me." But I gave him a look saying I was gine and he could leave.
I rolled my eyes, trying to free my wrist. "Emery, seriously? We're about to start class, lets talk about this later"
"This is really bothering me," Emery confessed, his voice strained. "First of all, I'm sincerely sorry. I don't know what got over me last night."
I crossed my arms, my annoyance palpable. "Oh, you don't know? That's rich," I muttered, unable to hide my sarcasm.
Emery shifted uncomfortably, his expression hardening as he gave me a stern gaze. "Lia, you and I both know I never meant what I said yesterday, right?" he stated firmly.
I narrowed my eyes, feeling a surge of frustration. "Oh, do we? Because your words seemed pretty intentional to me," I shot back, my tone laced with sarcasm.
His jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin. "I know I messed up, Lia. But you need to understand that I didn't mean any of it. It was just a moment of frustration," he insisted, his voice tinged with agitation.
I folded my arms, unconvinced by his explanation. "Well, your 'moment of frustration' really hurt, Emery," I retorted, my voice sharp with accusation.
He let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Can't we just move past this?" he snapped, his frustration evident.
I hesitated, his aggressive tone catching me off guard. "Sure, Emery. Let's just pretend like it didn't happen," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
His jaw clenched, clearly frustrated by my response. "Fine, if that's how you want to play it," he retorted sharply, his tone tinged with irritation.
I shrugged, refusing to let him see how much his words had affected me. "Works for me," I replied coolly, turning away to hide the hurt in my eyes.
As I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling of unresolved tension between us. It seemed like forgiveness was a long way off, and I wasn't sure if we'd ever be able to repair the damage done.
The tension lingered between us for the rest of the day, thickening with every passing hour. Emery's apology didn't erase the hurt, and by the final bell, it felt like a chasm had formed between us.
As I headed for the exit, I spotted Emery at his locker, but he didn't meet my gaze. With a sigh, I realized that some wounds might never fully heal. Our friendship had changed, and maybe it was time to accept that and move on.
Home at last, I sighed with relief, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. As I settled onto the couch, I reflected on the day's tumultuous events, bracing myself for whatever tomorrow might bring.
