bottled up.

Seeing him was a slap to the face. // Chapter two.

Maannn the first chapter was REALLY SHORT!! I'm so sorry >: *crawls into corner of shame*

But I promise this one will be longer!! hehe c: let's goooo~

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I swear, seeing him was like a slap to the face. When we were in sixth grade, he was so much thinner. So much weaker. So much... More pathetic looking. Now he was pretty nice on the eyes. Too bad I wasn't going to let that change my opinion on him; I still hated him. I seriously doubt he'd matured one single bit in these few years that we were apart.

"Here, go take a seat next to Miss. Flores; she's uh... The only one with an empty seat."

The substitute said, still using that Latin accent. I'm not Mexican!

I felt my mouth get dry and my palms got sweaty. There was this feeling stirring into the pit of my stomach; I wasn't really sure how to describe it. My body basically threw in anger, disgust, and hunger (I skipped breakfast because I was running late!) all into one pot and it was stirring up now- thus creating this terrible feeling that was residing in my stomach.

Why did he have to sit next to me?! No matter how empty my table was, I wasn't okay with this. There should be some sort of consent law when it comes to sitting with a classmate. If they didn't want you to, then you should be obliged to pick a different seat. And if you sit there anyways, you should get life in prison. It's a big deal.

"Okay." Harrison said, taking a step towards the seat. His voice had even deepened... Then again, what else would've happened?! Puberty hit everybody! But... It was just weird.

A strong whiff of what smelled like a Hollister cologne blocked my nostrils and I heard a plunk sound. Harrison had plopped down into the chair next to me. I happened to snatch a seat next to the window, and I was on the outside. Being next to the window, he naturally just sat there with his head resting on his palm, his blue eyes fixed on the outside.

Did Harrison not remember me?

To be honest, this was better for me. I would never have to speak to him about anything ever. A smile was tugging at the corners of my lips - this silence was just too perfect! - and I flipped my book open, preparing to dive into the sea of my story again.

BRRRRRING!

What the--? I almost fell out of my seat, the loud noise of the bell pulling me from my chapter! Class was over already? It went by so fast... I took a deep breath, sneaking a peek at the seat next to me - Harrison was gone. Hm. Did he stare out of the window all day? I shrugged, picking up my books

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Basically, my whole school day consisted of reading my book in classes with substitutes trying really hard to say my name. Turns out all the teachers had a district-wide meeting they had to attend, so every class had substitute teachers filling in.

The worse part of my day?

Harrison was in every single class I had. Not that he noticed. The popular girls got their grip on him, and he was sucked into their flirting and compliments.

Soon enough, he would become a duplicate of all the popular guys at our school; arrogant and a jerk - not that he wasn't already.

I gripped my phone in my hand tightly, remembering something from when we were younger...

"Why do you like my sister so much?" I asked, sliding closer to him on the piano stool. Turning my head to face him, I waited patiently for an answer... He seemed so focused on his hands... Adjusting my glasses, I took a deep breath. "She's not even that pretty!" Harrison whipped his head around, jumping to his feet. "She's beautiful! And she has big boobs; unlike you! You're like a stick! And you're ugly, too! She has big eyes and your eyes are all slanty!"

"Hello?! This is your stop!" A guy in front of me nudged me gently, pointing at the door. Everybody on the bus had their heads turned to face me... My cheeks were burning! Crap... I was spaced out! "S-Sorry..." I muttered, grabbing my backpack and trailing off of the bus.

Good thing my stop was right in front of my house! I couldn't wait to get inside and take a nap. I was stressing myself out with all of these bad memories. Stepping onto my lawn, I blinked... Whose white car was in our drive way? Furrowing my brow, I walked into my house slowly.

"Chesa! Welcome home honey!" My mom said from the kitchen, her voice ringing through the house. With a platter splayed with cookies, I watched her step into the living room with her pink apron on.

I turned my head to the couch, where my sister Leia and... What the heck was Harrison doing here?!

"Chesa! Do you remember Harrison? Well he's moved back here from Florida! Your sister was just so excited to see him!"

I don't think I could've opened my eyes any wider.

What was he doing in my house?!

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Thanks for reading!! <3 can you imagine coming home and the guy you hate was sitting on your couch?!