It Started With A Dare

18. Haven't changed a bit

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18. Haven't changed a bit

Monday morning realization hit me that I had to go to school and that everybody would see that I had my arm in a cast. There would be coming a million questions about what happened and if it hurt and girls who I normally avoided now had reasons to come near me and talk to me and... Let's say I wasn't pleased about the situation.

"Luke you have ten minutes!" someone shouted from downstairs. I was running late which was odd because normally I was the first one who was ready.

Changing into decent clothes was really hard with only one arm. I decided on black sweatpants because I wasn't going to ask one of the guys to help me put on my pants. That would be awkward. Also when I had to use the bathroom at school I needed someone to help me. Not a good idea.

I pulled a white t-shirt over my head and it looked decent enough for school. I decided on not taking my backpack with me because I wasn't going to carry all those heavy books with just one arm.

I was just going to use the books of my classmates, I bet they won't mind it. The teachers will understand too that I couldn't bring my books with me.

I put my phone and some money in my pocket and I was ready to go.

I slowly walked down the stairs, so I won't slip on it. I know that I lied about it but it could happen for real and I wasn't taking the risk.

"I'm ready" I shouted and in a few seconds everybody was at the door and we all got in the car and drove to school.

"You were slow Luke" Jai noted. "Have you ever tried to undress yourself and then put clothes on with one hand?" I said. He shook his head and I rolled my eyes at him. "What?" he said, looking dumbfounded. "Never mind" I said and everybody else laughed.

Sometimes I wondered how he got so far at school.

Sam parked the car in front of the entrance on our spot which was always free no matter what time we arrived. Let's say that the few people who parked their car their before were warned in public to not do it ever again. I know it's mean but it's the best parking spot because you don't have to walk really far to get to the entrance.

I had only closed the car door and turned around to face the population of our school to see that everyone was looking at me and my arm. What was wrong with those people? Did they never saw someone with a broken wrist before?

While walking up the stairs I heard people whisper and it was about me.

"Did he get in a fight?"
"Did he punch someone?"
"Did he get drunk and then fell badly?" "Did he get in an accident?"

The whispers and looks only got more inside the school and when I was at my locker, I realized I didn't need to go there because I had no backpack with me.

I turned around and everyone's eyes were at me like I was some animal in the zoo. I was getting tired of all the attention because it was just too much for me.

"STOP STARING AND MAKING FALSE RUMOURS ABOUT ME! I FELL FROM THE STAIRS AND NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled which made everybody stop talking and quickly gathering their stuff and going to their lessons.

The rest of the day went by really quickly with only getting a few more stares from people which I returned with a glare.

I hadn't seen Leah all day but I knew she was in my last class, which was P.E. The teacher told me that I couldn't skip this lesson but I also couldn't sit and relax the whole lesson so he gave me a soccer ball and send me towards the goal to play soccer on my own.

After a few minutes I heard footsteps coming my way and when I turned around I saw it was Leah. She smiled at me which I gratefully returned. I had been down the whole day but only her smile made me smile too.

"You're playing soccer again?" she asked. "Nope" I said, popping the p. "Mr. Wills made me".

"We could play together, just shooting the ball to each other" she suggested and I nodded.

"He made you come here?" I asked. "No, his lesson was boring me and I was kind of wondering how you've been and how you get your arm broken".

"I fell down the stairs" I replied and tried to sound normal. She had no idea that I climbed out of her window and then fell out of it on the ground. I'll tell her another time, when we're old and married. Which I hope will happen.

We shot the ball for fifteen minutes non-stop and I noticed she was getting a bit tired and so was I so we decided on a break. We sat down next to each other just staring at the field where the other people from our class were doing different sports. Though they were on the other side of the field.

"So I see you got a lot of names written on it, is there any place for me to leave my mark?" Leah said teasingly.

"There's a spot left here" I said, turning my arm and showing her the spot. "You haven't changed a bit, hmm" I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"You still want to leave your mark on me. There is place enough for you. You could leave your marks all over my body, just like you did back then" I said, thinking back about the memory when she had kissed me everywhere she could.

I saw her clench her jaw and when I looked into her eyes I saw her expression hardened.

"You did the same to me Luke. I don't know why you still remember that because I don't like the memory at all". "Why not?" I asked, still not getting it.

"You left me after that Luke" she said through gritted teeth. "You haven't even apologized for that, after two years" she said.

I opened my mouth to say something but then closed it again because I had no idea what to say. Well actually I knew I only had to say those three words but something inside of me stopped me from saying it.

"Look Leah, I am so-, I am s-" I tried to say it but it felt like my mouth couldn't pronounce the words.

"Looks like you too still haven't changed a bit, Collins" she said, standing up and walking away.

I'm so stupid, I'm so fcking stupid. Why can't I just say that I am sorry. Was it so hard to say it?

Half of the reason why I couldn't say it was because I never apologized to anyone, only to my mother when I was younger and did something bad.

The other reason was because I was scared, yes I admit it, I am scared. Not exactly for her but for the feelings she's giving me and the emotions she's bringing into me. The way she affects me and can change my mood with one action.

I first needed to fix myself before I could let her get back in my life.

I needed to make sure that she would know that the guilt was eating from me since that day I left her two years ago. I had to make sure she believes me and I had to tell her my side of the story.

It wasn't totally my own choice two years ago to leave her alone when she needed me the most.

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