Rejects | m.c

Chapter 14: I miss you

Song: I Miss You by Blink 182

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Classes went by slowly. For anyone else, it was because the class they were in is just boring. Two days ago, that's how I was. Now, it's because all my thoughts were going to was my mum. I couldn't concentrate in anything. Not even my favourite class would make this even a little better. She isn't coming back. Neither is my father.

So there I sat beside Julia, in English. The teacher went on about paragraphs, as I continued to pretend to be listening.

''Blaze, tell me when you need to take a new paragraph.'' She called on me, I wasn't surprised. She hated me ever since that drama with Michael because I was being over dramatic. I didn't bother to answer her, instead I gazed off, not paying any attention to her. I had more important things to worry about than when to take a new paragraph.

''Blaze Edwards! Look at me when I am speaking to you!'' She yelled at me, slowly gaining some of my attention.

''Who cares? Who cares when you need to take a new stupid paragraph! I won't need this in my life, I don't need you nagging on in my ear!'' I walked straight out of class, acting completely out of character. This wasn't me. I changed. Something inside me snapped, and I didn't like it yet I couldn't control it. My feet were taking me outside of the room, then the school. I walked out of school, they can't phone home cause nobody will be there.

*Julia*

She walked right out of class, and I couldn't really blame her. I would've done the exact same thing. Our teacher tried to go after her, and when she walked out on her class that's when everyone started talking. Calum and I looked at each other, knowing our hearts broke for our best friend.

Michael came up to us, looking worried as hell.

''Is she okay?'' He looked really concerned about Blaze. I could tell that him seeing Blaze this hurt and broke is making him realise he caused part of the pain before her mum even died.

''No.. she's broke.'' I looked down at my hands in my lap, my voice cracking at the end. I've practically grew up with Blaze, she's more of a sister than a best friend and in all our years together I have never seen her this hurt. Even when her grandma died, she cried but not this much. She was only 10 years old, and so she didn't fully understand. She wasn't that close to her either, so that took part of the pain away.

Some people came over to us asking why Blaze is suddenly acting out. We didn't tell them anything, nobody needs to know her private business. Calum looked over me, with people still pestering us to know why Blaze is acting out. I shrugged my shoulders probably looking fed up and ready to scream any second.

That's when I snapped at everyone around me.

''Okay, listen up! It is nothing to do with anyone in this room besides Calum and I, what happened to our best friend! Some of you don't even give a shit about what's really happened and if you did, you'd be up her fucking hole! So all of you can fuck off or else I'll end up hitting someone!'' I screamed just before our teacher walked back in.

''Where the hell is she?'' I demanded to know once she sat down.

''Sit down Julia,''

''No way in hell, my best friend out there is going through a real fucking hard time and you seem to not give two flying pigs shit! So now I'm going to go find my best friend cause nobody else here besides Calum seems to care!" I screamed at her, walking out of class to follow my best friend.

Blaze
I couldn't find the courage to back in to my house alone. Knowing she isn't there waiting for me to come home and hug me, asking me how my day was when I should've really been the one asking her. I never once thought was could've been as broke and sad as she really was. I never thought about her crying herself to sleep for nights. I never thought about the thoughts running through her mind. All I assumed was, she was okay. When really she was quite the opposite. I never seemed like I cared about her when that's all I ever did. Even when she had her job and always worked constantly never really spending any time with me, I still cared for her so much. Maybe more than my father.