Can't hurt me

Chapter II

Gabriella

Today is Monday, I spent yesterday roaming around campus. As suspected I did not recognize anyone. My schedule shows that I only have about four classes a day, much better than eight. Today my classes are

•English lit.
•Advanced Calculus
•Chemical Science
•History

  In that order. Since my major is undecided, I stuck with different classes, so I can get a feel of each.

   I check the time on my phone, 6:20. I groan loudly. It's nearly an hour before I wasn't even gonna be up for another hour. Today's classes didn't start until eight. I was up early because sometimes I get this gut feeling, like something bad is going to happen. I used to get them all the time when I used to live here.
I sit up, frustrated that I couldn't sleep. I flick on the light on the other side of the room. Walking into the bathroom to get ready.

   When I was done I was wearing a black button up shirt, black skinny jeans, white and black high top converses and a signature beanie. I had changed a lot since ninth grade. For instance, when I was fifteen I wore dresses, and flats, Shoulder length haircut. Yikes. I grimace at my past look. I hated it now. Everything like that reminded me of what I left behind. Nobody would have understood why I left. Nobody. Now, my hair went down to my waist, and it was a much darker brown. I don't wear floral, I wear black. All the time. I put on some make up and grab my black bag. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

This. Is it.

Here I go.

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I knew I'd be early to class, but not early enough to catch all the s**ts sucking faces with their 'boyfriends'. I rolled my eyes at the behavior. There was a couple in the back of the room looking like they needed to leave before this bland tan room was about to be fifty shades of grey. I took a seat in the back, but on the other side. I heard the blond talk furiously at the male that I couldn't see. His face was turned away from me, and all I could see was the leather jacket, and grey beanie.

Soon, other people roll into the room, some older, some younger. The blond chick has been talking nonstop to the boy I couldn't see. All I could see was what the blond was wearing, short shorts, white crop top, it was see through enough that I could see her black expensive bra. Once the professor walked in, the boringness started. Don't get me wrong, I love school. But sitting through lectures never helped me learn.  Once professor Martin released us I rushed out annoyed with the glares the sl***y blond sent me.

   My next class was very small, there were only like nine other people in here. "Ah, Gabriella! Nice to meet you I'm Mrs. Reynolds. Welcome to Advanced Calculus!" The overly perky teacher says. I give a tight smile in return and sit towards the back of the room. I notice the other people In my class send me a strange look.

   Another boring class later and I rush out of the room to Science. During my rush I run into a hard figure. Stumbling backwards I let out an 'oomph'. I regain my balance before I can fall and I glare at the stranger. I notice the familiar dark blue eyes. This was the boy in English this morning. But that's not all. No, he's the boy. The boy that gave me everything, and I ran.
My eyes widen to the size of saucers, he doesn't recognize me. Or at least not yet.
"Grayson"
I say breathlessly.
Dang it! Leave it to me to reveal myself. God, I'm an idiot!
He looks up from whatever's in his hands and looks at me. His familiar stair my blue eyes, burning into my plain light blue ones. When realization hits, I do t know what I expected. For him to hug me, hit me, yell, or cry.

All I knew was, I wasn't ready for it.
His eyes darkened when his memory had been regained. "Ella." He says nearly as quiet as my own voice. Ella was his nickname for me, claiming Gabriella took to long to say. "What are you doing here?" He says his voice tight with an emotion I can not de-code. I squeeze my eyes shut prepared for a yelling fit. Grayson always had a short temper.
"Learning" I say half sarcastically, though it was stupid. He knows I've always been sarcastic, that's the only way he knows it's really me. I mean,
I hardly look the same anymore. He fist pull together tightly. "No dip, Sherlock.
What are you doing in New York?" He asks, his voice straining tighter. "You know this is my dream college." I say. "Why'd you leave?" He asks.
"I-I" I struggle to come up with anything he'd understand. "Why did you leave?" His voice now sounding desperate.
"You wouldn't understand." I say looking down.
He glares at me, he opens his mouth to sag something, but closes it and storms off.

    After school my mind trails off to the leggy blond that Gray was making out with this morning. Was it his girlfriend, his booty call, what was she to him?

   It was around five o'clock when I finished my homework. Yeah, first day of school and I had homework. I decided I was gonna get some dinner so I headed outside to catch a cab.

  I felt like the most pitiful thing in the world, I sat at McDonald's at a booth for two, alone. My mind wandered back to Grayson. God! He was my best freaking friend! I left him though, and now he hates me!
No! Do t blame yourself. You-you we're going to fall to far, and you can never fall!
Never again.
That's what I was trying to prevent. But now I feel like I'm falling again, harder and harder. Harder it gets to pick myself back up.
I walk out the door with a glare.
That's how I look at the world.
With a glare.

  I sit on my bed sobbing. I should've never came back, should've stayed in California. Protected my mom.
She's not feeling well, I couldn't watch whenever she gets diagnosed. It's going to hurt to much.
When she calls, and tells me not to worry. I won't be ready.

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I loved it! I don't care about anything but books right now!!! I'm like, so inspired!!!