Teenage Dirtbag

18

-Noel-

I hated him.

No, words couldn't even describe how terrible I felt about him. He made me feel bad for what I said. He made me hate myself. He made it seem like it was all my fault that everything has happend, it really wasn't. But I wasn't going to tell him that my parents forbid me from seeing him.

I had to do the things I did, it was the only way I could follow through and obey my parents.

I walked out of the Library, leaving my name tag on the counter. The wind wiped my tears down my cheeks, making everything harder to see.

I walked to my car that was parked on the side of the road, looking back at the bakery one last time before setting the box of doughnuts and cookie in the passenger seat.

The drive home was filled with moody tunes, making everything a sad picture. The skyline was so beautiful at this time of day, with the blue contrasting with the orange.

My eyes watered at the fact that ever since I helped Harry after the fight Lance, I have found myself thinking about him non stop. There was no way I could go through with this. However long this was going to last, I hoped it wouldn't last very long.

I looked down at the cookie, sighing, then made my sight back to the road.

-Harry-

Once my shift ended, the endless hugs and kisses on the cheeks brought joy to my face.

"I'll be back, no more skipping this time!" They all waved, closing up soon after.

When I drove home, I parked my car on the right side of the driveway, walking to the front door. My keys jingled, making Dusty pop out from out of nowhere. It was rare that he showed himself around me, but when he did, I got an earful of petting.

"Kitty kitty." I whispered, kneeling down in front of him. She purred as I met my hand with her fur. It was amazing how well she handled herself around me when the only person she acted normal around was my mum.

"Harry your home!" I furrowed my brows, standing up.

"Is that a good thing?" She walked passed me into the kitchen. "It's a great thing actually. This was left on the front porch for you." I walked in, looking at the envelope and bag that she handed me.

"Who's it from?" I asked.

"Doesn't say?" I huffed, kissing my mum on the cheek and walking up to my room. I shut my door, sitting on my bed and looking over the envelope.

I final opened it, seeing a letting inside.

I can't talk to you in person for reasons I can't explain, but you don't know what's going on at the moment. So don't be so quick to judge.

P.s. your still a bit of an asshole..

I smiled, opening the bag. I pulled out the cookie that she had picked out. The sad face plastered on it, making me laugh a little. So that's why she picked it..

I set it on a plate, throwing the bag away. I only finished half of it, knowing that my stomach would react differently to it. I hadn't had one of the cookies, I'd only decorate them.

The funny thing is, I remembered decorating this one. It was the day my dad had left out of the blue, my mood had darkened ever since and now that I know what I know, I couldn't be more angrier.

I wondered what she meant by reasons she couldn't explain, that she wouldn't have the words to tell me? She wouldn't have the time to tell me?
I would never know.

-Noel-

My head ached at the thought of him. He made me so angry it was causing me physical pain. It doesn't make it any easier when I'm not allowed to be within a five foot radius of him.

I can't talk to him and tell him all this hatred is because I'm restricted from his precence. It's not my fault, and it's making things worse between us. Just a few weeks ago, I was someone who visited him when he was in pain. When he could barely see, barely talk, I was there to help him out. Now? I can barely talk to him.

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After school, I had realized Christmas was next week. The rest of this week was off for our winter break, but I wasn't as excited as I usually am. I drove to work, passing ever so slightly by the bakery I'd come well too much familiar of.

I walked in, hearing the chime from the bell above the door. "William, I'm here!" He was usually here, ready for his shift with me as always. It was Christmas week, which meant that the store was going to be a bit crowded.

I had already seen a few folks in, glancing through the aisles of books.

We had our renting section, which consisted of the same books, just labeled that it was from our store.

"Ah, good, I have something for you." I smiled, setting my coat and scarf on the hook, letting him take my arm to the back.

"What is it Will?" Will was around my age. Maybe a year or two older, I had never paid the bill to ask him. He was quite attractive yes, but there was always something off about him, I just never knew if it was just the way he was.

"Something was sitting here when I walked in, a secret admirer appearently." He nudged me in the stomach. I smiled and grabbed the envelope. It had my name written in a beautiful cursive handwriting, that made me wonder who had the hands to make such a lovely sight.

I opened it, seeing a notebook piece of paper.

Noel,

You make me angry.

I wonder what goes on in that fragile skull of yours, saying things that confuse me. I wonder when you will learn that I never intended on doing that to you. You, on the other hand, said that intentionally. So next time you decide to get angry with me, make sure you know why.

All the love, H

I blinked, clenching my jaw as I made my way to the garbage can. The balled piece of paper made me feel a little better when it landed in the lonely bin.