Authors note: Yeah.. its a short chapter and not a lot happens. im shocked by the amount of reads im getting, i mean i know its not like 100 or anything but 10+ is better than 2 or 3! so message me or comment if you have any ideas or critics i accept them all! thanks and enjoy(;
Its been a week since i returned to school and became myself again. Liam was very caring and at some points 'clingy' but he still sat with the popular clique at lunch, i mean it shouldn't bother me he shouldnt have to change his friends just because of me but it still felt like he was choosing them. i know i know I'm speaking nonsense he loves me he wouldn't do that.. well i at least hope not. "Amber.. Amber. oh not again snap out of it" Kaylee was snapping her fingers in front of my face, i didn't realize she was trying to get my attention. i dozed off again. "what?" i ask but she didn't answer her eyes were wide but she was looking down covering her blush. "hey Kay" i hear an oh so familiar voice say and then i feel the chair next to me move, slowly i turn and look at him. "hey Derek umm.. whats up?" Kaylee stammers out. "nothing, the groups playing hooky and your the only other tolerable person in here you mind if i sit here?" he asks smirking at her like he already knew the answer. "yes! i mean… yeah that would be cool. The hole time he hasn't even acknowledged me so i cough.. "oh hey i didn't see you there, I'm Derek and you are?" he grins at me "Amber, i met you at the lockers the other day.." he shakes his head likes he remembers but doesn't speak to me again. the whole time Kaylee and him talk about this heavy metal/ scream band called blood on the dance floor. I felt a little left out but Kaylee was happy and thats all that mattered.
About ten minutes before the bell rang i excused myself and went to the library, i had a huge spanish project due next week and i like to get stuff done early. once i find my books and a table to sit at i get started and pull my supplies out. The bell soon goes off and I'm greeted by a swarm of people not paying respect to the 'quiet library' sign but they soon disperse and I'm met with silence again. Half way through the book and i decide to take a break when i hear my phone go off… which is weird since my phone hasn't been in service since the accident, i never bothered to pay the bills it was just to much to handle. When i pull my phone out i see 20 text messages , 2 missed calls and 1 voicemail. i read the messages first, most of them were from friends and distant relatives expressing their condolences and then i see the missed calls and voicemail and my heart breaks, there from my dad. i didn't know what to do, i could listen at home but i don't think i would be able to wait that long, but i didn't want to have an emotional break-down in the middle of the library so i pick my stuff up and go outside to the courtyard, i find a nice shaded tree, take a deep breathe and put the phone to my ear. "hey angel i couldn't leave things the way they were, i understand you feel pressured to be the best and live up to your sisters expectations and I've made it seem that way but honey I've never been so proud of you, you've become such a wonderful woman and i can't wait to see you grow up to do what you dream of. Im going to stop at Mamas and get your favorite dessert for dinner i hope you forgive me angel, l love you."
Half way through hearing the message i lost it, i was a mess. It felt like my chest was being crushed by a thousand pound boulder, I've never felt so much pain and despair as i did just then, i guess I've been in denial this whole time and that message gave me the shock I've been avoiding. I still couldn't see my eyes were squeezed shut and my chest was still heaving from the oncoming tears but i felt someone sit next to me and but a hand on my back, i opened my eyes and looked to my left and saw Derek sitting there with wide eyes, i was embarrassed yet touched by the fact that he would sit down and comfort a stranger. "I'm s-sorry, you s-shouldnt have to see me li-" he cut me off and pulled me to his chest "shh.. its okay no one should have to go through what your going through." we stayed like that for a while until i finally calmed down. " thanks.." i said blushing and looking away. i feel like I've done something wrong letting a complete stranger comfort me like that but it was… nice? i haven't let someone see me cry in a long time. "don't sweat it. but can you just not say anything about it? i don't want people hearing that im.. im.." "sensitive?" i finish for him holding back my laugh sometimes guys were just so protective of their pride it shocked me. "yeah i guess.. so are you going to tell me why you were crying?" he asks but i stand up and grab my things. "you'll find out my story soon enough" i tell him thinking back to the first time we met he seems to remember it to because when i look back as i walked away i saw him grinning like a fool.
