can't get over you (wlw)

chapter 13

I looked out the window as the rain was falling from the sky. We were finished with our classes, but I had to talk to a teacher, so I needed to wait. I was kind of disappointed when Val told me she was going home and left. She didn't wait for me to finish so we could go together. I pushed the feeling away. I shouldn't be so selfish, and Val doesn't owe me anything.

I sighed, sitting in front of a classroom. The door opened, and my teacher's head popped out with her light blue and light blonde hair smiling at me.

"Sar, you're up," she said and entered the classroom.

I got up and followed, closing the door behind me. Ms.Jorien looked at a chair in front of her desk and signaled me to sit.

She asked me how the class and the teachers were. If I understood or didn't understand certain things and blah blah blah.
She also asked how it is with the home situation. Of course, I said it was alright cause there is no way I would deal with some bullshit they call "help" right now. So after 15 minutes, I could go.

I arrived home soaking wet and the wind didn't help at all. I groaned hating how my wet clothes felt tight around my body and skin. I slid my key into the keyhole and opened the door walking in. It looked like nobody was at home.
I looked around the house making sure I was alone. Well looks like I'm free.

After showering, I changed into some comfy home clothes—sweatpants and a baggy shirt. I went to the kitchen and warmed up the food my mom had left for me. I feel guilty for lashing out at her, especially knowing the difficult things she's endured with my dad. It makes me feel like a brat for breaking down over something so small compared to what she's been through. But I just can't handle it; I’m so emotionally drained that it leaves me physically exhausted too. All I want to do is crawl into bed and not move at all.

Anyway, I should just apologize to her when I see her next time. But then. We have never learned to apologize in this household.

Not in the mood. Not in the mood. I walked to the class with my head down avoiding everybody's eyes when Wiktoria sat next to me. Talking to me about idk what, probably school.
I couldn't focus on what she was saying. My social battery was drained and I didn't want to be at school. But I also didn't want to be at home. My parents were probably fighting.

Wiktoria poked me in my stomach pushing my thoughts away. I jumped in surprise and that turned into anger when I looked at her.
" I fucking told you to not poke me! I hate it. Don't touch my stomach. " I said frustrated glaring at her.

She was grinning. " oh cmon! You weren't listening to me. I had to get the attention back somehow don't you agree?" She smirked watching my face. " it doesn't mean you can poke me." I leaned back in my seat getting comfortable with still a glare on my face.

My gaze drifted to the Spanish girl's side profile as she spoke. Damn, she was gorgeous. My eyes lingered on her lips—pink and plump. Fuck. This isn't good. Not good at all. I quickly looked away before she could catch me staring and focused on who she was talking to. Does Jersey know Val has a crush on him? Lucky guy. I tried to read his expression, searching for any signs that he might be aware of her feelings. I studied his eyes, but there was nothing I could decipher.

Wiktoria followed my line of sight, curious about what had me so captivated. She turned back to me with a smirk. "No way, you have a crush on Jersey."

My eyes widened as I looked at her. "What? No! You've got it all wrong. Why would I? He isn't my type." I practically hissed in a whispered shout.

"Then why are you staring so hard at him?" Wiktoria teased. "It's like you're drilling holes in his face. Seriously, stop staring it's kinda creepy."

I tore my eyes away from Jersey and shot Wiktoria a glare. "I’m not staring! I was just…lost in thought," I muttered defensively, trying to play it off. But Wiktoria just raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.