You're Early [ManxBoy]

Chapter 28: You Don't Know Me

Chapter Dedication: pentatonixfan4life
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I don't need to live by your rules, you don't control me

Until you've walked a mile in my shoes, you don't know me

And I know, I know, I know you don't like it

You don't, you don't, you don't know where I've been

It's my life so truth be told
(I see you thinking but there's just one thing clear
You think you know but you don't have no idea
Think you know me but there's more to see my love)

As the days went on and on, Ariana Grande had become one of my closest friends with her understanding music and totally relatable songs.

After the cruise ended and we came back home, Ciara and I haven't spoken to one another. We rarely see each other at all. When we go to class, we sit as far as possible from eac other. We walk pass each other on campus without so much as a wave.

And I was fine with that. Kinda.

Yes, I did find myself thinking about Ciara and our now bruised friendship a lot. Of course I missed her by my side. How could I not? But I wasn't completely sad about it because it wasn't my fault.

She was the one who started all of this, with her jealousy and pain. I knew for a fact that she only talked so badly about my relationship with Dean was because hers was shitty and ended before the cruise did.

It was all her doing. She implied something that wasn't true. She crossed the line. And I couldn't forgive her for it, not for now at least.

I didn't tell Dean about it, knowing that it'd only cause more drama and problems for not only myself but for everyone. But I know he's noticed the rift between us. We haven't spoken a word to each other, at all, and I knew Dean knew that.

I haven't uttered her name not once. Not that I really had a reason to. I have a hunch that Charles may know about what happened between us, since he was there.

Smack!

Tears began to well up in my eyes and blur my vision. Ciara's eyes widened in shock at me before looking at her raised hand, and then my face.

Before she could even utter a word, I walked away with tears freely falling down my face. Looking to my left, I saw Charles walking up to a shocked Ciara.

But I didn't care.

She hit me. She actually hit me. In my mind, I believed that I had the right to smack her, but no, she beat me to it.

I stormed into our room, ignoring Dean's questioning gaze and climbed into our bed. I could feel the worry and curiosity radiationg off of his body, but I didn't say a word, nor did he ask. And I was more than thankful he didn't because I knew for a fact that I'd only end up sobbing up a stream of tears.

I'm not sure what place Charles is in now, but I do know that Ciara is keeping her distance from Dean and myself. And the day I packed a few clothes into my bag to stay at Dean's house, I found something.

I accidentally knocked over Ciara's jewelry box that was situated on a stand in the middle of our beds. And what I saw only got me even more pissed off and saddened.

Rolling until it hit the toe of my shoe and fell flat on its side was my band. The band Dean had gave me to symbolize our love and our soon to be marriage.

I didn't even know why she had it. I had thought I lost it somewhere on the boat, or maybe Dean had taken it back, but no, it was neither. She had it.