crushing

chapter five

The teacher defiantly had a grudge and I couldn't help but think its because they think because I'm sick they are like my slaves or whatever.
Throughout the whole class period she talked about rules and what expectations she had for us.
My phone buzzed and it was jonas. I quickly took a glance and read the text
Jonas: hey I'm sorry I really hate long relationships, I can't really do much with it and I can't see you anymore. I think we should just stay friends :/

Oh no he didnt.
Me: it's cool, totally understand.

I died inside. Literally. My heart just dropped and I feel like that moment when I first got the news about my tumors on my hip. I was just in udder beleif. Did he just dump me? My best friend??? Ex boyfriend...
I bit the bottom of my lip as I tried to not imagine myself wrapping my hands around his neck and choking him to death. I tried not to imagine his hurt face. I knew he felt bad. I honestly understand. But, he could have at least tried to keep our relationship together right?
I felt the eraser of a pencil jab me in the shoulder, "hey, are you alright?"
Beatiful guy looked at me with a concerned look in his eyes, which could kill.
"Huh, yeah... yeah I'm alright." I lied a looked away.
"Okay... I'm Duncan by the way." He said and offered me to shake his hand.
I took it and shook it gently, "Aspen Evans."
He smiled and nodded and stared at my beanie, "Bronco fan?" He pointed out.
I looked surprised like I had won an Oscar. This guy was trying to start a conversation, with me. Oh my God I am dying. Metaphorically, and literally.
"No not really, it's my brothers he loves sports and all that stuff." I said.
"That's cool, I am a sports geek myself." He said.
He called himself a geek. He doesn't look like one at all, he looks like a god or a Calving Kline model. I have to go to those places like sephora because my mom is trying to get me into makeup-.
"Nice eyes. Who did your makeup." He asked staring at my eyes.
"I-i did. My mom she works at Ulta and she helps me with makeup to west because I hate wearing wigs." I stuttered st first.
I look a deep breath and looked over at the popular snotty girl that was two rows in front of me and she gave me this stare like she was going to kill me or something.
"So are you two dating." I whispered referring to my future murderer.
"She forced me to ask her out. She kept saying stuff like 'how you know your rich and lonley' shit like that." He said.
I looked over at her and she was staring at Duncan and twisting her hair in a flirty way. I couldn't help but feel bad fir him and disscust for her.
"Her named Tracey by the way." He said and faked a cute wink back at her.
She blew a kiss and looked foreword again.
"She's a spoiled brat." He muttered.
The rest of the period we just talked the rest of the hour and completely ignored the background noise.
The dismissed bell rang and I gathered my things and walked over to my locker. I grabbed my things for next class and looked at my schedual. None of it made sense, and I had no idea where and how this school worked.
Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me and saw another drop dead gorgeous guy...