The End Of You And Me | BOOK 1 (Completed) & 2 (Currently Writing)

TEOYAM | 11. Under The Same Sun

A week and six days.

That's how long it has been since I last spoke to Harry, or seen him actually.

You're all probably wondering why haven't I seen Harry? Not talking to him was a given, but not seeing him completely when we're in the same school and have one class together? Am I that good at avoiding people?

Yes, I am. Avoiding people is one of the things I'm very good at, actually. Ever since our fight, I haven't been feeling okay and I didn't like it. I knew I had to detox myself from Harry somehow and that's exactly what I was doing.

I was getting myself a Harry detox.

Or at least, I was trying my best.

After having the rest of the day off from school when I punched Genevieve in the face, I spent my time at Rockefeller Center, doing every single one of my mother's bidding. May it be meeting with some business men or having to look cute in front of their sons, I did it. On a normal occasion, I would complain but I had nothing better to do. Okay, maybe I did, but I knew this would distract me from Harry. What Harry said about me kept replaying in my head and I was willing to do whatever it took to shut that out off my conscience.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe I was just like everyone else in this freaking social class.

Obviously my attempts at trying to be different, my attempts at beating the status quo, were all in vain and I should just stop fighting the truth-- that I, Veronica Rockefeller, wasn't as different as I thought I was.

If that's what he thinks, then so be freaking it.

I'm still not admitting that I was completely at fault for punching Genevieve in the face, though. She deserved it.

I told all my professors that my mother is punishing me for what I did so she banned me from going to school until further notice and while I was away, I had to spend my time helping out with the family business. The school bought my excuse and they even took the liberty of sending me the lessons for the day and our assignments through email the past days I haven't been to school.

When I told my mom, she took it better than I expected. She didn't really ban me from going to school but she did demand that I help out at the office. She was pretty pleased I volunteered to skip school to spend time with her and our family friends slash business partners, and she told me I made the right decision. Basically, my excuse for missing classes the past two weeks wasn't a complete lie and I won't end up getting into more trouble for it.

It wasn't like I even had time to spend working after classes when I had parties to attend so might as well just skip everything I had to do throughout the day. Plus, I didn't want to bump into Harry or Genevieve. I didn't want to see him helping her out while she pretended to have a broken arm. I most definitely don't want to see her getting all touchy with him when I'm around, and trust me when I say, she will do that because she enjoys the fact that I lost Harry to her.

I was doing the world a favor.

If I went to school, I'm pretty sure she'll get another black eye and I will most likely end up strangling her to death.

Okay, so maybe being the one to rid her from this world would've been the favor, but I didn't want to piss Harry off more.

I know, I know.

I shouldn't care about him anymore and all that jazz. I mean, he is to blame for being such a pain in the butt and for not seeing things the way I did. Mostly, he is to blame for not realizing that I did what I did for a reason. I realized, however, when you do have feelings for someone, there's no on and off switch. You will always care about their opinion and it will always bother you when they don't understand you. You can lie as much as you want. You can try your hardest to distract yourself from thinking about him. You can deny the existence of those butterflies in your stomach and say you're just starving. You can kiss as many people as you can. You can take as many glasses of alcohol your body allows you to and maybe even more than that. But at the end of the day, when you're lying on your bed, unable to fall asleep, your mind and your heart will find its way wandering off to that person who is to blame for why life suddenly became this beautiful mess and you know, deep deep deep deep down, the truth remains-- there's completely no way back when you've developed something for someone.