I walked at a fast pace so that I could reach the class on time and also so that I don't have to be the face everyone has to see if you enter late. Attention is the last thing I need right now.
I looked down and started walking even faster towards room 127 where the chemistry class was held.
I had the class with Mr. Bree. He was a nice guy and taught well. At least we don't sleep on his class.
While I was walking I suddenly crashed into a wall
Well I thought it was a wall.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! MOVE YOUR ASS GIRL CANT YOU SEE WHERE YOU WALK?!"
shit shit shit I recognize that voice. It was Drew. The last person I want to see. I mumbled a sorry and tried to walk away as fast as I could.
Keyword being 'tried'
He yanked my arm back and I crashed onto his chest. When he looked down and saw that it was me, he let go as if my arm was on fire. I looked down again and pretended that nothing happened. I started walking again.
Once again he took hold of my arm to prevent me from going. I didn't dare look back. I knew what I'd see and I didn't want to see that. The broken expression. Because I don't think o can hold on much longer..... Considering I knew the consequences and they were not something I want to go through again. I went with it once but going through it again would break my already broken soul and I don't think I will be able to survive that....
As I was thinking I noticed that my arm was still in Drew's grip and he had turned me around and was looking at my face as if searching for something. I looked away, knowing exactly what he was searching for.....
"Why?" Is all he said
I shook my head as an answer. Not trusting my voice.
"Why leave? After all these years? I know what happened Iggy but you can't do this to yourself so why?"
I was dumbstruck.
I didn't know what to say. Especially because he called me by my old nickname. Something I haven't heard since that happened.
"I can't do this, Drew"
Because I know I can't.
And with that I turned on my heels and began walking towards chemistry class again. Well, at least I wasn't late•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
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