Obsessed with Perfection

Popping my perfect bubble

 I happened to avoid Liam for the rest of the weekend by staying in my house all day. Not daring to look out of my window. Now school is another story. Avoiding Liam today has been breaking my heart. It started off this morning, he saw me and smiled and I hurried up and ran towards the crowd. It sucks because I skipped lunch to avoid him and I have next block with him. I crept towards the classroom; I literally look like a freaking idiot. I felt a hand grab my forearm; I gasp at the electric feeling it causes. Liam. I turn around sighing looking up at him. He slightly smiles and I want to die in a hole right now for what I'm about to do.

"Miss Ray, I would hate to say it, but it seems like you have been avoiding me today and well the entire weekend" He leans against a locker crossing his arms

"Liam, I- we can't do this" I blurt

"Do what exactly? What is it that we are doing" He raises his eye brow

"Friends. Look you are a nice guy and I hate to say this but we can't be friends. People expect a lot from me, and I can't reach that expectation with you. I'm sorry" I look down feeling my eyes burn

"No, I get it! This happens a lot actually. That's funny, but hey no hard feelings. I actually thought you were different. People leave my life before they actually get to know me. Sucks for you, I mean you missed out on a cool guy like me" He walks away from me. My heart is aching for him, I want to go run after him and tell him that I am sorry and I don't mean it. I stand in the hallway as the bell rings. I hurry and go to class; as I walk in I notice that he isn't there. I sigh deeply, that wasn't right. I take a seat near the window. I stare outside the entire time not paying attention to what the teacher is saying. I can't let somebody get close to me, especially not after Aidan. How am I supposed to get him to forgive me now? I basically told him, I don't want to be seen with him because of his image.

I close my car door, walking towards my house. I felt eyes on me making me turn around seeing Liam. He has a blank look on his face, he scoffs tossing his cigarette on the pavement. I trudge back to the house. I open door, I walk inside yelling I'm home. Dylan has football practice. I close my room door searching for my dance bag. I spot it tossing it on the bed; getting changed into tights and leotard. I throw my hair into a bun, not really caring about it. I toss on some shorts along with my booties. I grab my car keys along with my bag and head to dance.