A Different Kind of Love

Chapter 22

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Evelyn's P.O.V

Thirty- one text messages, twenty- seven missed calls, and eighteen voice mails.

Okay, so maybe he had a reason for all of that. I mean I did just kind of rush out of there without saying anything. 

But that's the thing, I didn't know what to say.

So I wimped out and ran away.

I already felt shitty for doing so.

What made it even worse, was that I couldn't bring myself to text him or reply back to any of his calls, or even listen to any of his voice messages. I just deleted them as soon as he left one. 

I didn't even talk to him at school. 

In fact, I didn't talk to anyone. Not Dylan, not Tyler, and not Lily. I ate in the school library for lunch. I think the librarian knew something was up based on my mood, and I was glad that she didn't kick me out or anything for eating my lunch in there.

Lily had asked me if there was anything wrong when I met up with her earlier in the morning. I made the excuse that I was exhausted because I didn't get any sleep; which was partially true. I told her that we could meet up at my locker after school so we could hang at my house. As soon as she agreed, I walked to my classroom and sat in my seat for the next ten minutes until school started. Lily didn't confront me again about my emotional state, and instead rambled on about Dylan and how he might give her a chance and yada yada yada. I nodded my head and acted like I was interested, when really, all I could think about was Blake.

When I saw him in Spanish, I took my seat next to my assigned partner, Vicki, and didn't bother to look over at him. He was on the other side of the room, but I could feel his gaze penetrating the back of my head all throughout the whole class period. Lily passed me by on the way to her seat and smiled at me. All I could do was muster up the amount of happiness I had in me(which wasn't much at all), give her a small smile back, and turn my head towards the front of the class to bury my head in my arms.

In Creative Writing, Blake tried to confront me. He walked over to me when he got into the classroom, but I turned to start a conversation with the nearest person by me. The girl was kind of full of herself, but at least Blake didn't bother me. He wasn't the kind of person to interrupt a conversation.

Or he knew that I did that on purpose and stayed away from me. I was going for the latter choice.

I was being a bitch, and I knew that. I just didn't know what to say about what he had told me.

I was kind of hurt that he didn't trust me enough to tell me earlier. But other than that, I felt bad for him. I didn't pity him, just felt bad that he had to go through that without someone to tell him that everything would be okay. If anything, I wish I could have met him when things started going down hill and be there for him.

Sooner or later I had to talk to him. I mean we were still dating...

I think.

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"Evelyn, we need to go. This is my only opportunity to talk to Dylan before Christmas break..." Lily whined. We sat on my couch, watching whatever the hell was on TV. Lily was rambling on about how we just had go to the annual surf competition so we could hang out with Dylan, Tyler, and Blake. But she didn't know that Blake and I weren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment.