"𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐚𝐦, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞."
verity sinclair's grades are slipping, and her parents believe that the only way to fix that is to send h...
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The ride home was even more silent than the first one, as expected. And unfortunately, it was not the comfortable type of silence. It was the awkward, unsettling, sanity-driving silence.
Once we arrived at the end of the street, I had a sense of deja vu hit me. Hyunjin and I were never friends in the first place, but for some reason, I feel like this was a significant turn in our relationship.
Isn't this what you wanted? Didn't I want to finally get him off my back? Wasn't I hoping for him to never talk to me again? Why do I feel so...awful?
They say every little decision you make in your daily life determines your future. This was supposed to be a little decision, but it felt like a big one. And I wondered if I would regret it.
Hyunjin started unbuckling his seatbelt, and I stopped him, shaking my head.
"I can get out by myself, thanks." I said with a straight face. This time, he listened and stayed put.
I stared at his face for a moment, searching for any sign of desperation. This little part of me wanted him to beg for me not to push him away, but no. Nothing changed in his expression. It was just that same emotionless appearance.
I don't know why I expected anything else.
Before I could try to salvage anything, I quickly let myself out and began my miserable walk down the concrete, having to force myself not to look back.
I wanted to turn around so badly to see if he would drive off, or if he would stay and watch me leave. But then, I heard the gravel crumble under the Challenger's tires. He was leaving.
When I arrived to my house, my hand hovered over the door handle.
I was contemplating whether or not I should stay on the porch and see if Hyunjin would circle back around and make sure I got home.
You're crazy, don't do that. Why do you expect him to want to come back after what you told him?
Why was I hoping I would see him drive back around? I tried to gaslight myself into thinking it was so I could scold him for being a stalker at school, but deep inside, I knew that wasn't true.
Just go inside.
I pressed my thumb down on the lever to unlock the door, but I couldn't bring myself to pull it open.
Your mom is still mad at you.
Hyunjin knew I was upset. He drove all the way to my house to pick me up and distract me from everything going on at home. He took me to his house and offered me a valuable piece of art from my all-time favorite movie, and I chose to talk shit straight to his face and walk off.
