It Happened to Me

Chapter Four

Chapter 4

I hate all classes of the day with the exception of one class: American History class. Now that I am friends with Jayce, I have something to look forward too. Sometimes Jayce makes the class unbearable and other times, he makes me want to stay with him all freaking day. I think I might have cracked had it not been for Jayce. It is really weird but Jayce sometimes makes me want to bash my head into a wall but then again, Jayce wouldn't "appreciate" that. Some people in my position would probably wish that Jayce wasn't so complex but I like him as he is. If he wasn't so complex, I think he would be boring to me. Jayce always keeps me guessing so it's good.

When the bell rings for lunch, I quickly jump out of my seat. I pick up my books that are scattered on top of the desk. I leave the classroom, walk down the hallway, and see Aiden making his way past my locker. He looks at me and I smile. Aiden immediately looks towards his feet and keeps walking. My smile soon becomes a frown and I decide to follow him. I see him go outside the school and sit in the courtyard under a tall tree. I wiggle my way through the crowd inconspicuously and sit next to him. I look at him and soften my confused expression, waiting for Aiden to notice that I'm here.

Even though Aiden has been really quite and out of this world, he is the only person that has not been mean to me since our fathers death. I wish that Aiden will talk to me like we use to do before all of this happen but he pretty much stays to himself. He never sits with his friends anymore, he is never home, and he is always hanging his head down. I was and still am a wreck without my father but I am making an effort. I don't know what kind of effort, if any, Aiden is making but it doesn't look like much.

"Hey, Aiden." I whisper, attempting a smile.

"Hey," He looks at me and I can not help but notice how empty his eye looks.

"How is everything?" I ask.

"You know the answer to that one," He mutters and slants his head to the side.

"Are you feeling any better?" I ask with a sincere tone in my voice. "I mean, I know it's only been a month since he died but has anything changed?"

"Everything changed, Mia." He scoffs.

"You know what I mean," I sigh.

"A little bit." He rolls his eyes.

"Do you talk to your friends?" I ask.

"No," He mutters and averts his gaze.

"Why not?" I ask.

"For the same reason you haven't," He snaps, looking my way.

"Actually, that's not why I haven't," I roll my eyes. "For one, I barely had any friends to begin with and every one just eventually stopped talking to me."

"What about Megan?" He asks.

"What about Megan?" I redirect the question.

"Aren't you guys like best friends." He asks.

"I don't know. She's a bitch and just left me for Carrie." I mutter with a pause.

"Besides," I start, nudging him playfully. "You're like my best friend and you don't act like an asshole."

"Yeah," He mutters with a smile.

"You haven't totally blown me off yet," I say. "So thanks."

"You're my twin sister, Mia," He smiles. "I could never leave you on your own."

"Thanks," I smile warmly at him.

Aiden stands up and opens his arm wide.

"Plus," He laughs. "I need a hug."