Wishes of The Fallen

Chapter 2

I sat on the cold tiling of the restroom floor for what felt like hours just sobbing. I finally built up the strength to stand as I pulled myself up using the stall as my support. I picked up my books and unlocked the door, walking out and to the sink in front of me.

I looked in the mirror, my reflection showing a girl who's not really there. A girl whose tear stained, red cheeks and bloodshot, puffy eyes showed panic and pain. My messy hair and distraught clothes made me look like a homeless person. I rolled up my sleeves and washed my face off, hoping to wash away the evidence of him hurting me again.

I took my books off the counter and walked towards the door, hesitating before opening it. I checked around the corner to see if the boys were still there, once I made sure they weren't, I walked quickly to my now second period class. I didn't even realize how long I actually did stay in the restroom. I handed the pass to the teacher and he told me to sit in the back, which I was perfectly fine with. The rest of my classes went fine, until sixth period. I had gotten lost in the school hallways and when I finally found the biology room the bell had already rung.

The teacher was expecting me and when I turned to see where the possibility of me sitting was, I saw him.

He had a smirk on his face talking to some girl sitting at the table next to his. He had an empty seat next him and there was another just across the room. As I silently prayed I would not be placed next to him, my prayers were obviously declined.

"Louis Tomlinson, please raise your hand," the teacher called out. Louis raised his hand without looking twice. "Yes, you can sit there." She smiled. I smiled softly, trying to hide my anxiety.

"Miss Mavericks, I was just introducing the new project you will be doing with your lab partner," she said as I sat down. This day could not get any worse, could it? She turned back to the class and continued to talk about the project.

"Wait what the fuck are you doing?" Louis whispered, finally realizing what the hell was going on outside of his brain filled with sports and girls.

"Sitting in my seat, stupid. I don't want to sit here as much as you don't want me here." I snap. This class is definitely not going well.

"You'll be working with the partner you are currently sitting next to for the rest of the year, no exceptions," the teacher clarified, obviously aiming it towards us. I guess we weren't the only ones who could hear our little banter.

"This project is due by the end of the term so you will all want to get started soon. Your partners work will have a toll on your overall grade so make sure to keep them in check, slackers do not last long in my class," she added.

"Fuck me," Louis groaned and tugged at his hair.

"No, thank you," I whispered to myself but something tells me he heard. "Screw off, fat ass. I wouldn't even fuck you if someone paid me." I just looked down at the desk hoping I could hold the tears back.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I won't cry in front of him, not today, not tomorrow, not ever again.

I opened my eyes again and looked up at the front of the classroom. This class can't get any worse. I took in what he had just said. He doesn't remember me or the harm he caused. I don't blame him, I looked like a totally different person that night and I believe he was bluffing about watching me that week at camp. Plus he was drunk off his ass.

The teacher continued explaining the project while I zoned out. I thought about how someone would be able to sleep at night knowing that they ruined a girl's life, or I shouldn't even say that, he doesn't remember. But how could he forget that?