Chapter Eight

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Running to the cafeteria, Hannah stopped me immediately sensing something was wrong, she pulled me into a hug asking me a million questions.

I sat trying to catch my breath, " Ryan grabbed me and started getting aggressive out of nowhere!"

Hannah gave me a questionable look "What was said? Did you upset him with something you may have said or did?"

I shrug "I have no idea why, all he asked is why I was acting weird and I told him I wasn't and I had to go"

She scrunches her nose "That's fucking weird!"

I grab my head shaking it, "Luckily Mr. Bourbon must have heard and grabbed Ryan" I sigh, feeling hurt, tears brimming my eyes. I get up hugging Hannah " I'm going to head home I could really use a nap" she rubs my arm telling me to text her when I arrive safely.

Walking into my apartment I head straight to my room, I toss myself onto the bed. Grabbing my phone from my pocket I see 2 missed calls and texts from Ryan. I don't bother texting back but I read * Aspen I'm terribly sorry!* *please let me explain....* I am way too overstimulated for this, I plug my phone in and let the sleep take me.

Looking at the clock it reads 12:35 am, I sigh, getting up and walking to the living room. I contemplate on if I should message Willow, I imagine she is probably still awake or she might be at a party. I decide to message her * Hey, a lot has happened and I really need you..* Time goes on and I get the feeling she is asleep, I turn on a movie and eventually I return to my slumber.

Waking up to millions of texts from multiple people, and even an email from my professor. Already feeling overwhelmed, I message Willow everything that happened.

I read that Hannah messaged me, "Fuck! I forgot to text her when I got home" I reassured Hannah that everything was okay and I honestly forgot to message her. I was just very wound up and tired at the same time.

Feeling lonely really sucks and my heart hurt knowing Ryan has been wanting to get ahold of me, I give in to hear him out so I hover over the keys typing away. *okay...I'm listening* It felt not even a second after pressing send he replied. *Can I please meet you somewhere? I rather do this in person...* I hesitated for a moment not really feeling completely comfortable with it but I agree. I get ready and just throw on the first thing I see which happens to be a cute skater skirt and a cropped shirt with a hoodie being its almost the end of October.

I am approaching the cafe and settle in before messaging Ryan to meet me here. I order my iced coffee and sit, waiting for Ryan. I look through Reddit posts to pass the time, I hadn't realized Ryan took a seat across from me. As our eyes meet, my heart sinks. He looks terrible like he hadn't slept all night, feeling a pinch of guilt since I hadn't answered him.

Before I could say anything he stuttered, "I-I can't, Um I-I"

I grab Ryan's hand and give him a small smile "It's okay take your time"

He sighs loudly, shuffling in his seat. " I don't know what came over me Aspen"

I look at him genuinely confused. "I really like you, and the way I saw you looking at our professor.... It bothered me and I just couldn't control my anger... I know that's no excuse and I want to start over"

I'm kinda shocked. I couldn't move. I mutter " Let's start over and be friends." I could see some disappointment in his face but he should understand, especially since the scene he caused at school.

A few days have passed, I didn't really do much. I remember seeing an email from Mr. Bourbon so I go to check it, seeing the blue dot next to his name I click on it, it reads.

*Miss Heineken, I wanted to check your well-being. I will move Ryan and make sure he has no contact with you. If you are in need of anything please contact me via email or my personal cell 231-233-2244.*

Embarrassment returns as I recall the day, I don't want Ryan to think I turned around and told on him. I emailed Mr. Bourbon telling him it wont be necessary and that we are fine. Leaving it at that I grab my keys, heading to class.

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