Missing Her.

Chapter 9.

With my hands stuffed in my pocket, I walked along the corridor of the school, my shoulders were sagging still and chest heavy with everything that was running through my head after yesterday. I could get certain aspects, I could grasp the reasons behind her thoughts. Why did I even try though? what was the point? should I just stick to my original plan and try to avoid her all together? to finally forget my past?
Betty would have scolded me for my thoughts like she did on the beach. I was trying, like I knew I should, to move one. But was I really? The answer was no, because I still hadn't forgiven myself. I shouldn't, it's my fault. How can I move on and pretend like nothings happened when I feel this way?
Should I just go back to avoiding?

Then my eyes caught sight of something, familiar dark hair, almost black in color. My eyes widened and I halted in my tracks. Him?

His burly frame turned towards my direction and I saw recognition in his eyes before his face set into a frown. My heart beat pounded in my chest and I was tempted on turning the other way and pretending I didn't notice him. Why was he here? I mean...

Images from the accident flew to my head and I wanted to curse at the painful memories. The memories afterward of Him pulling me aside before I could even get close at the hospital and telling me to leave... Reminding me that it was my fault in the first place. His eyes, so much like hers, bore into mine with hatred and agony, eating away at me. Why... why was he here?

My brain halted it process as he called out my last name, making my eyes snap to his green ones that matched his sisters, although his were more of a lighter sea foam color than hers.

I finally decided.
My heart stopped it's beating and I stood up taller, my hair fell over my eyes slightly in the process, though I didn't bother to move it. I made myself normal, I wasn't going to let this effect me, memories be cursed.
A neutral sense of strength that I felt when I was five took over my body and I squared my jaw as he approached. This wasn't friendly, his posture made that clear. As he came closer I realized I'd grown to the same height in the last two and a half years I hadn't seen him, and his build was the same as mine. It didn't ease anything, or the tension I was sure could be felt around us.
He came to a stop right in front of me, surprise in his eyes as well as disgust.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, you could hear the edge in his voice, his eyes like razors.

"I go here, Paris." I said calmly, looking around the room briefly before looking at his eyes again.

"A no good trouble maker like you? Here? oh, that's gold." He chuckled roughly, shaking his head as he briefly looked down.

"What do you want?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Nothing form you." He spat out. HIs face remained stoic, but his eyes revealed everything.

"Then if you don't mind-" I tried to go around him, but his arm shot out.

"Not so fast there, Archer." He pushed me back a step. I sighed with frustration and bit my lip to keep from saying anything, then looked at him expectantly. "You better be staying away from my sister."

"What if I'm not?" I bit out, looking him square in the eye.

It was silent. There were no more words exchanged, but the battle continued. I saw the fury in his eyes, but mine was stronger. I was tired of this. You could feel the air grow thicker and the heat in the air grow suffocating. He wanted dominance, he wanted to prove that he could still threaten me. But he couldn't.

I raised my chin a little higher in defiance and felt my pulse quicken. I was tired of this! I wanted this battle to end. I knew why he didn't like me back then, but what gives him his right to not like me now? I haven't seen him in years, I haven't done anything that could piss him off in years. It's not my fault she chose this school. I may have broken that rule he set, but it's clearly not needed anyway. She didn't want to talk to me. She didn't want anything to do with me. Why bother?