High School Bules (Sonamy)

Chapter 16

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"So what do I do now," I asked Rebecca over the phone. I had just finished telling her about my situation with Sonic.

"I don't know, for once. He seems to have gone out his mind. Call a therapist," she said. I almost smiled.

"He'll get even angrier if I do that. He said that he hates me, but I love him."

"He doesn't hate you. He's trying to fight away the love he feels with hate. He's pushing himself to be mad at you. That's why it's coming off so aggresive. If he really hated you, he wouldn't even be talking to you. He would be avoiding you. You said it's a big mansion so it can't be hard for him to avoid you, but yet he probably seeks to find you just to ease the part of him that wants to see you."

"Maybe."

"Amy, from what you're telling me: he's either being delusional or is testing your feelings for him. He knows you didn't do it, but he's still mad. He starts acting like a jerk, but yet you still love him. The charade is going to end soon. It's been what, the whole summer since he's been all jerkish to you so he's probably starting to get tired of it."

"But what if he doesn't?"

"Don't think about it that way, Amy. He loves you whether he wants to admit it to himself or not."

"You're right, I should stop worrying."

"You are going to stop worrying. Sonic will come around, just give him some space."

"I'm trying, but it gets so hard not seeing him. He does go out of his way to avoid me, but I just can't stay away."

"He'll lighten up, trust me, they always do." I heard a light knock at my door.

"Becca, hold on a minute," I said before putting the phone down. I opened the door to see Sonic. I smiled a small smile at him. His eyes showed irritation.

"Diamond said something about college papers in the mail for you and wanted me to tell you," he said, his voice low.

"Oh, must be the scholarship applications. Thanks for letting me know. Hey, what colleges are you looking at?"

"Colleges," he said before walking away. I ran to walk beside him.

"Which ones? John mentioned that you were lined up for Harvard."

"Possibility."

"What do you want to be?"

"Doctor."

"Surgeon? Pharmacist? Pediatrician? What were you thinking of doing?"

"Depends."

"What's with the one word answers?"

"Tired."

"Tired of talking to me?"

"No."

"Really, you want to talk to me?" He shrugged.

"I guess."

"So, you're done being mad at me?"

"I was never mad at you."

"Then what was with the whole silent treatment, the avoiding, and that mocking conversation we had in the kitchen two months ago?"

"'Cause I hate you."