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Kaysly's POV
You know that feeling that you get when you finally get something that you've been waiting for? Or the feelings that you didn't think were there until you see that person that you haven't seen in a while? I experience the same feeling this morning.
I watched him expressionless, both hands in his pockets, leather jacket, and his curls dangling in front of his face. I stood exactly in front of his locker and as he came closer towards me and our eyes met.
"Hey." I said I wasn't sure were to start. I wasn't sure rather to ask him why he hasn't answered his phone calls or why he didn't come to Mr. and Mrs. William's house on Saturday when they were meeting up. Why he didn't try to contact me to allow me to know what was going through his mind.
"Hey ..." He said half-heartedly.
"So what's been going on with you lately?" I said, hoping for more of an explanation.
"Nothing ..." He said sighing.
"Oh, come on, I didn't come all this way to hear you say that to me." I said sympathetically.
"Um, well let's see. Both of my friends died this week and all I feel that people are doing is pushing me to a point were now I don't give a bull or want to fathom what you have to say." He said boldly. That felt like a knife to the heart, maybe he just needed to blow off some steam, I thought.
"I didn't mean to say anything that would offend you." I said apologizing, even though I knew I didn't do anything wrong. He turned his back away from me unlocking his locker and getting his things without saying anything back to me. "I just felt like you should have considered--"
"Considered what? Calling you? You might have some words of motivation, but why don't you use them on yourself and motivate yourself to get the hell away from me." He said, up close to my face. And right then and there I died. I think the shouting in the hallways four months ago now were less painful than what he just said.
“Caden." I said sounding hurt and mad at the same time. I watched as he slammed his locker, walking away not once looking back. My heart vigorously beating inside of my chest like anger, sadness, and frustration burning up inside of me. I took a deep breath in knowing that wouldn't help, but I did anyways.
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The bell wasn't going to ring for a while now and the only place I could cogitate was back to the courtyard were my friend, Matthew, was. I sat on the bench in front of him as he painted the same tree behind the sun. He told me the more he drew it, the more ideas he got and the better he drew the painting. Matthew is about the same height as me, but a little taller. His hair is black when he is inside and when he is out in the sun, like he is now you could see the brown stripes in his hair. His eyes are a bright hazel and he always carries the smell of peppermint on him. His body positions changed so he could draw the sun pointing to his right, my left.
