A Year With Williams

Chapter 15

DAY 153

To say I am scared to go to school would be an understatement. I am terrified to a level where I am physically drained and mentally......don't even ask my mental situation.

I asked my mom if I could take leave today and she said no. She told me to face the problem and not run away like a coward.

So here I am, walking to the class. Late.

I made sure I would face the problem, but postpone it till I can.

And hence I am late.

I take a long breath and walk in the class.

The scene in front of me wasn't something I was expecting. It was worst.

Ace was crying.

Without keeping my bag, I run to Shelley Ma'am. The staff room is down the stairs.

I reach there,just too find Max in there. His black hair are a mess, Probably from running hands through them again and again. Eyes are low and he looks quite.....ashamed.

I face palm.

He is getting scolded because of me isn't he?

I might as well as give up on God now. I mean, we aren't in good terms already! He would hate me. I don't want another hater on my list of haters.

Why does God hate me?

Shelley Ma'am says something. Max nods and starts walking, I hide behind the wall so that he can't see me.I can't face him yet.

He goes back to the class room and I rush inside the staff room.

"Maam, what punishment is Ace getting? Why is he crying?" I ask as soon as I reach there with panick in my voice.

"He is crying?" She asks, sounding surprised.

I nod, pursing my lips together. I feel so guilty...

"You go back to class. I am coming."

"No maam, I want to know what punishment he got and why was Max here before we leave. I have every right to know."

I look into her eyes to make my point.

"We might call their parents.."

PARENTS???

WHAT THE HELL?

"No. Don't do that. It's not even that big deal!"

"Emmy, what they did was wrong..."

"But Max didn't do anything. He is not even at fault. Please don't involve parents maam. He didn't do anything!!"

"He encouraged his behavior. Which is wrong....."

"Maam, please don't involve parents. He didn't mean to."

I know he didn't.

She stares back "please...." I say to show her how bad I feel about this.

Involving parents is too much!It's not even their fault, it's my past which came back to me!

She sighs.

"I'll see what I can do...."

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Ace is still crying and it hurts to know I am the reason behind those tears.

"Emmy, I don't care, you need to say sorry to Ace." Emma says suddenly appearing from my left.

"I agree. It wasn't even that big of a matter. You are making a big deal." Rachel joins.

"You should apologize." Emma declares.

I debate with myself. Then look up and look at all the disapproving looks my class mates were giving to me and agree to apologize.

I walk up to Ace.

"I am sorry Ace, I shouldn't have complained".....about you doing a sexual action because it is okay to do that to a girl.

I don't get how I was wrong when he was the one who was mentally probably fucking my ass with that bottle.

I feel defeated.

He sobs a little.

"I will ask maam to not punish you."

He nods, I sigh.

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Ace's Nike water bottle has been confestigated. That's his punishment.

The whole class hates me for making such a drama. The looks they all are giving is frustrating me. The looks are disappointed, unapproved, disgusted or pure hatred.

I didn't even mean to do this. And I definitely do not think I should have apologized.

They don't know my story.

And somehow I am still wrong and guilty.

What would have they done if they were in my position?

Knowing Emma, Ace would probably have been suspended. The whole class is going for lunch. I have no stamina left to do so.

I am not even hungry anymore. I don't want to eat. I want to be alone.

I close my eyes and rub my palm over them and open them just to see Max Williams.

I haven't seen him since that staff room incident in the morning. His hair still deceived, eyes tired, he was looking for his lunch box.

"Max....I am sorry." I almost whisper.

With him I mean it, I didn't mean to land him in trouble. It wasn't his fault.

Well, not entirely anyways.

He pauses, looks at me and starts walking towards me.

His tired black eyes staring into my defeated, guilty brown ones.

This is the end of whatever friendship we had. I brace myself for the meanest, rudest words possible. The ones that would probably hurt my soul and wound my heart.

"It's okay....it's not really your fault. You shouldn't apologize for being yourself Emmy. I... I am sorry. I didn't know it could disturb you so much. For me it was a harmless joke. I didn't mean to hurt you and I am sorry if I did. I am really sorry Emmy. I wouldn't want to see you cry."

I just blinked.

MAX WILLIAMS is saying sorry to ME.

I gape at him. This is so not him....

He smiles,the guilty apologetic smile. And maybe it's just my imagination but his eyes show care and guilt.

"Do. Not. Cry. Do not apologise and for god sake, eat something okay?" He says pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear and walks away.

Oh my god.....This better not be my imagination!

This can't be true!

Out of 24 people there is one who actually understands.

And that is Max.

How even....?

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A/N :
Chapter dedicated to Samantha because she wrote half of this. I dictated BTW.