Good Bad & Undecided. (Austin Mahone Love Story)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

I waited until all the students filed out of the classroom to get up from my seat. I took small steps towards the teacher's desk and soon enough, I found myself standing in front of him, contemplating what I was about to do. "Yes, can I help you, Mrs. Jones?" She spoke, pushing her glasses up on the ridge of her nose.

"Um, yes. I'd like to inform you that Austin Mahone and I will be working on our project together again," I said, biting the inside of my mouth.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," I replied, adding a confident smile to my statement.

"Well, alright then," She said, letting out a small groan before mentally dismissing me. I shuffled out of the classroom, stepping into the empty hall. Maybe my parents wouldn't allow me to be around Austin, but I would find a way to. I couldn't be away from Austin anymore. I craved his presence. It was strange, but a good strange. I entered the lunch room, immediately being greeted by the loud voices of students.

I mindlessly wandered through the various tables to the one I would usually call mine until I remembered, I can't sit there anymore. Well, the people there don't want me to sit there. I sighed loudly and headed to the back corner of the lunch room to a vacant table. I sat down, pulling out a textbook, making myself look busy. I snapped my head up, looking in the direction of my lunch table. I locked eyes with Alex. For a few seconds, I could see every emotion he had clearly written across his eyes. He looked sympathetic, guilty, longing, and hurt. He quickly looked away, turning his attention back to Robert.

My eyes continued their journey across the room until they finally landed on Tucker. He was standing up next to his table, his arms wrapped around some blonde, as he pressed his lips against hers. I felt a pinch in the back of my eye as they began to water. He opened his eyes, pulling away from the kiss, a smile plastered on his face. I looked down at my book, trying to avoid seeing him with another girl again.

My eyes scanned the page blankly, my mind not taking in any information. I looked up as someone pulled out the chair in front of me and sat down. My eyes met with his familiar hazel ones at I felt a sudden new-found feeling of disgust for him. "Hey, so I know you just saw what went down back there," Tucker muttered, scratching the back of his neck. I nodded, wiping my eyes quickly. "Woah, Jones, are you crying?" I saw a brief flash of guilt wash over his face before he quickly wiped it off. He laughed. My mouth fell open slightly as I watched his shoulders bounce as his flawless laughter rang around me.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked, my voice weak.

"Because it's funny that you're crying over me," He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Ali, I never cared about you. I was just hoping we could, you know," He winked. "But really, you're ugly and annoying. See ya around," He finished, a small smirk playing across his lips as he stood up and swayed back over to his table.

You know those scars that never leave your skin. Tucker's words were like that. You can cover up scars with clothes or band-aids but they'll always be there. Like I can cover up Tucker's words with smiles and laughter, but they'll always be there, haunting me.

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"I wish I had never met you!" My mother shouted at my father as they raced around the kitchen, throwing around anything they could get their hands on.

"I'm home," I shouted, rolling my eyes.

"Good, now leave!" My father yelled at me, his eyes burning with anger and hatred. He took steady steps closer to me as I cowered back. "I mean it, leave! Go! You're a disappointment! Go!" More scars. I wish I could say it hurt more coming from him, but it didn't. With no emotion, I turned around and headed straight back out the door.