Glass Houses Shouldn't Throw Stones

Chapter Twelve: Phone Block

"I'm sorry. The caller you are attempting to reach has disabled their number." My phone pressed to my ear as I walked into AP Bio. I called nonstop all night.

"Aaron? Aaron." I sighed as I saw his beautiful blue eyes and soft brown hair. The lines of his forehead were creased and his freckles were invisible, hidden in his frown. I took my seat next to him and began working on the independent part of my project. Once the class was loud, I turned to him.

"If that's what it takes to show you I really like you, I would sneak around." My voice caught in the end. It rolled down my throat.

"I'm not interested." He was stern and blunt.

"What?" My voice was weak.

"I'm dating Sara." My heart plunged into my chest.

"Okay are we doing the project together still?"

"Library after school."

"Mister. Can I go to the nurse?" It was 100% wrong to leave school over this. My lungs couldn't function though. I cannot breathe. He signed my pass and I took one last fleeting gaze at Aaron. It was worried looking and hurt.

I paced into the nurse's office and began speaking quietly.

"Ma'am. I am too worried about Adelias and wanted to know if I could head to the hospital to see him."

"That's fine Aurora." I walked out the door and to my car. I felt tears over my face the whole way home. Marcia asked and I gave her a lame excuse. Everything was surreal. I laid in my bed and cried for half an hour. Once I was functional, I went to the bathroom and made myself okay again. I steeled my exterior to call Aaron. When I checked my phone I had 14 missed calls.

"Aaron?" I asked

"Aurora I'm sorry. I still like you and I didn't know Sara was god awful."

"Her idiocy didn't alert you?"

"No."

"Look, I'm too wrecked as it is to be friends with someone that is like the definition of Hot and Cold by Katy Perry."

"I haven't had a shot yet."

"I'm too wrecked." I pressed 'end' and crumpled to the floor.

Aaron called again and left a voicemail. He was sad and broken. I guess it was wrong to see. But I wasn't a typical girl in a movie who rejects a best friend and dates the bad boy. No no no, that was not me.

I completed my homework and fell into bed. I might be malnourished from all this skipping dinner.

The next morning, I woke up and smiled. A new day was a new dawn. There was no reason to be caught up in old events. Despite my heart feeling hurt yesterday, I was fine today. I hopped into the shower, brushed my teeth, and applied concealer without feeling any emotions that were unpleasant. When I walked downstairs, Marcia was flirting with Aaron. My heart clenched. However, I had no affiliation with him. I said good morning to the group and grabbed a banana. I said goodbye to my nanny and slid into my car. Holding my head in my hands, I let two years of pain escape yesterday. I reminded myself not to think and then pulled out of the driveway.

Aaron stood by the door, waiting for me. How he beat me to school, I may never know. He greeted me with a ride and I stumbled by him, ignoring everything he said. Mr.Lanky left us a note saying to work on our group assignment. Aaron scooted over and leaned his toned arms onto my desk. I couldn't help but gawk.

"Ror?"

"Yes Aaron McClaw?"

"Aurora." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Look."

"You're dating Sara. We can't be..." I gestured to our position.

"Look, I asked her if I could lie to make you jealous. But then I was so upset with you and rude. I literally blocked you for 3 hours."

I muttered the exact time frame to myself and he grinned.

"Aurora, you know I mean no harm. It's just..." His eyes were a pale,icy blue much like the melted North Pole. Beautiful and arctic cold.

"Aaron." I croaked out his name. "We can talk after school. Lets finish this project now." We managed the period, but it was painful. I hated every second of peering into his sad, sad eyes. They were spinning marbles turning gears around us.

I travelled from class to class, teacher to teacher, idiot to idiot. Life was good. After the bell rang, I leaned against my car. In shows, kids had light bags and locker times. we carry every book and binder and don't use lockers. Great for Killingsworth High.

"Aurora."

"Can we please go somewhere?"

"My house?" He asked.

"Uh is it private?"

"Yeah. No one is home until 4 when Jack gets there."

"Jack?"

"My brother."

I nodded and drove to Aaron's cute house. He opened doors for me and guided me. It was nice to have an idea of what I was getting into. He grabbed pretzels and juice, knowing what I love. I stalked him into his room and shut the door.

"Aaron. Look, I really do like you. And you're nice. But people like me don't end up in relationships like this. I was so popular and as soon as I hit freshman year with upperclassmen classes, I forgot a lot of my friends. And you're wanted by a lot of girls. People like you don't like people like me. Losers like people like me." He tried to interrupt. "My parents don't let me date. It takes away from learning. But, I was willing for you. Sara has done a lot to me and you just disregarded that like your opinion of that was whatever. And I guess it's wrong to be upset.....you don't need to be tied down I mean you get it."

He stood from his desk chair and hugged me tight his arms wrapped around my back and mind at his neck. I hadn't realized I shouldn't hug a guy like this, but no one would ever know but us. He kissed my cheek.

"You're a really extraordinary person. You're smart as hell. You're pretty and will be when you are old and grey. Lana Del Ray right there. But, no one is ever lower than anyone. We're all the same league. I can tell you hate talking about your emotions. But I really do like you. I'm sorry about Sara, I didn't think it was her. I would want to be tied down."

"And it would be all out of school stuff. I know a lot of kids in this school." I stated. "But you like me and don't. I'm a slut, I'm not."

"I know. I'm sorry. I think you can be the same way too." I squeezed my arms around his neck and rested my head. It's too hard to live.

"Are we...?" His voice cracked. "Are we dating?"

"Whatever you want. I can be emotionless by instinct."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Whatever." I tugged on his hand and smiled.