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Chapter 5

I inhaled and exhaled a deep breath, letting myself relax for a moment. I sat down at the bench I normally sat at everyday in the mornings and opened my journal to the marked page. I smiled widely at the words on the page and sat back, leaning against the rock-hard wall behind me. I let my thoughts take over and words came rushing through my head.

I let my emotions run wild and my imagination dance inside of my head. Times like these were the most free, yet until the bell rang and all of the noise faded into the halls. Slowly but surely, mumbled conversations and loud talking made its way towards my direction so I quickly began packing my things. I tried not to think too much of Will, but the anxiousness was slowly beginning to seep through my blood.

After walking down to the English classroom, I took a sharp intake of a breath before entering. However, Will wasn't there like I had expected. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and yet continued to sit down at my usual seat. I was inquisitive as to why he suddenly did not show up to class, even though he was the sort of person to attend each day with a perfect attendance. Was there a possibility that he was ditching just so he could avoid me? Distress grew to every inch of my body and I didn't know what to do. What did I do wrong? I always—every single time—ruin things including relationships. That's why I stopped caring for friends and people. It was not worth it anymore to keep hurting others and myself. I just wasn't cut out for it and the situation with Will just continued to prove that point.

I just needed to remember that whatever Will did in spite of our relationship was his problem and not mine. I could continue to be myself and that's what I did for the rest of the day. I didn't talk to anyone, I didn't run into any of Will's friends, and I especially did not see Will. At least then I didn't have to worry too much any longer. He was no longer my problem—at least that was what I thought anyways. There was still a turmoil boiling inside of me that kept telling me that it was my fault. I should've been the one fixing the difficulty—not avoiding it and acting as if everything was normal. I didn't know which side to let win so I waited to see what would happen. Maybe the next day would Will show up.

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I took a shaky breath in and then out. If he was here, there was a chance that I could apologize and move on from the entire situation. This was my chance. Just as I was about to walk through the doorway however, I heard a voice and a moment later, I was being pushed towards the ground to where gravity kept all its victims. I winced at the harsh contact and at the sight of all of my things being knocked to the floor.

"Move out of the way," was the phrase I heard. But I couldn't even blame anyone when the fault was mine. I shouldn't have been standing at the doorway like an idiot.

A shadow flew across my body, displaying a person walking over me. Thank goodness that my hands had caught the fall before I completely face-planted the ground. However my bag was mixed into the mess of my papers just a few feet from me. I moved from the push-up position that I was currently in and sat onto my knees as I began to clean up the mess. I shook my head at the thought of everybody staring at me—even though everybody probably was staring at me. Suddenly, I saw another pair of pale hands picking up the pieces of paper before me. I looked up to see Will, whom only had a deadpanned expression and was also sitting on his knees. He was handing me my papers, in which I took them. I then harshly grabbed in hands into mine. I didn't even know what I was doing but I guess I was so astonished of this boy's dignity that I just did whatever came into my head. I looked to his widened eyes which stared down at our hands. "Will," I whispered pleadingly. He turned to me at the sound of his name.

I laid my head on his shoulder, not able to stay stoical any longer. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry," I stated shakily into his shoulder.

Will then gently let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around my small figure. "I'm sorry too."

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Later on that day, I had found myself hand in hand with Will again, whom continued leading me into the lunch room. He looked at me with kind eyes as we walked, giving me a beautiful laugh that only belonged to him. I smiled with my eyes closed and then looked towards my feet. I would have never imagined myself holding hands with the player, nonetheless being his girlfriend. Although I knew for a fact that it was not serious—it was just a dare—I still felt warmth towards Will's kind and caring demeanor. I would be lying if I didn't say that I liked him, whether if it was as a friend or more.

Once we both entered the immense room of loud chatter, Will—whom I admired so much—led me towards an idle table in which we now occupied.

As we ate lunch together, we often fell into a peaceful silence besides the few questions we asked about each other. Sometimes when I had the courage to look up from my food, I found Will smiling at me and then turning away and blushing once he saw me looking at him. Internally, I didn't know what to think. But all I knew was that I found it cute.

"Will is cute," I thought to myself. My face burned greatly at my silly thought, and I took a quick glance upwards just to confirm my surmise. However, Will was already reaching over the table to grab my hand. My face only reddened more but he just chuckled and said, "You're so cute."

I might have gaped at him then.