Enthral Azure

Chapter 18

I was still in shock. I mean, can you blame me?

Everything is so hard to figure out.

Isabelle was raped. That would explain her 'bad reputation'.

Aaron loved her. But she didn't feel the same.

I went to bed that night thinking. Aaron's words jumbled in my mind like basketballs. I guess I wanted to know the truth, but since I finally knew I don't even know what to think. It's just so confusing, and I'm angry at myself for treating Isabelle like that. I know I wasn't aware of the situation, but seriously I deserve a slap in the face.

Aaron still needs some time, and ill happily give him that. Im too ashamed to even talk to him any time soon. God, even worse, I have school tomorrow. Im anxious to see his face tomorrow, how do I look him into the eyes? Those beautiful blue eyes that leave me breathless, hypnotized.

I sigh. I shouldn't dwell on this any longer. I turn off the lamp on the nightstand, and shift in my bed till it's comfortable. I go to bed.

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Today is definitely not my day. I go to school half asleep, my hair in a low hanging bun, my eyes groggy from sleep. Seriously, I think my mood is evident in how I look.

Right now, as I walk into the hallway I can feel Aaron's presence near. The hall is clammy, and herds of students are milling in. My phone is buzzing, indicating I have a message. I don't pick up to check it. I've been avoiding Lisa's texts, demanding me to tell her what happened with Aaron yesterday. I don't feel like talking.

I feel a tug on my bag, I spin around quickly. It was Adam.

"Wow, calm down there Hothead." He says, with his palms up in surrender.

I stare at him.

He slowly lowers his hands, "Whats wrong?" he asks. His expression on his face is concerned.

I look away and bite my lip. "Nothing." I lie.

Aaron steps closer, "No, there's something wrong." His eyes narrow.

I look at him, "I don't want to talk about it."

I give him a reassuring smile. Just then, Lisa approaches us and leans her arm on Adam's shoulder, who is glaring at her.

"Whats up buddies?" she nods to Adam and me. She turns her face toward me, "You didn't reply to my texts." She declares accusingly.

"Can you not lean your shoulder on me, please?" Adam asks. Lisa rolls her eyes and does what he says. He flicks his hands on his shoulder like he's dusting off dust.

"Sorry, my phone is dead, I can't find the charger." I say simply. Just then, my phone vibrates loudly.

Lisa eyes my pocket, "Liar." She says.

I bite my lip and shift nervously on my feet. Adam is laughing. I glare at him. He's holding up his phone, the screen facing us.

"Just texted you." He grins broadly.

Lisa sighs and faces me, "Luce. You gotta' tell me what's wrong. You didn't tell me what happened with you and Aaron last night."

Adam narrows his eyes at me, "What happened?" he asked.

"Shut up." Me and Lisa say in unison. He looks hurt.

I turn to Lisa, "I'll tell you, soon." I promise her.

"What about me?" Adam says, his eyebrows furrowing together.

Should I tell him? After all I've put him through; I can't stand hurting him anymore. Plus, he just professed his love for me earlier this week. The least I could do is tell him the truth.

"You too." I say to him, regretting it the second I said it. Lisa gives me a pointed look, but I ignore her. I think she suspects that Adam has feelings for me. Though, I haven't told her anything about it.

Just then the bell rings. I shoulder my bag, "I'll see you guys later. Okay?" I turn to leave and walk off.

"Wait!" Aaron calls out, catching up to my pace. "We have class together." He says.

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My first class today is with Aaron, bio. My life just loves to torture me.

The sounds of textbooks flipping, the pens tapping and the conversations in class are what I focus on, rather than focusing on the person who keeps bugging my mind. Aaron is seated in his typical seating arrangement at the front of the class. I don't dare to look at him. Instead, I turn to face Adam who's reading his textbook.

"Did you know that Dolphins and whales don't drink water?" Adam questions, he doesn't look up from his book.

"Ironic." I reply.

He turns to me, "So, why don't you tell me what's going on with, uh..." he nods to the front, to Aaron. "Over there?"

I've been trying to avoid questions like this. Ugh, that same guilty feeling occurs again. Shame, Shame, Shame.

My eye twitches, beckoning me to look at Aaron. I restrain myself.

"You know, your curiosity can be quite a bit infuriating." I say.

He gives me a winsome smile, 'Lucky I have someone like you who can tolerate me."

His eyes glint, and the pang in my stomach deepens with guilt.

He keeps talking, "Hothead, it's not like you to be keeping secrets from me. I want to help, please. You can trust me." He pleads.

My eyes droop to the floor, the shame and guilt is slowly eating my sanity. "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that... It's not your place to know." I look up to him, and instantly I regret what I just said. I mentally clamp my mouth shut.

What the hell is wrong with me?

He tilts his head, studying me. "Obviously, whatever you're not telling me, is hurting you. I just don't want to see you like this; you've barely smiled ever since you've been hanging around with him." His eyes glance briefly to Aaron.

I can't help it, I lash out to him. "'Barely smiled?'" I repeat. "Adam you don't know anything, so your ridiculous assumptions on Aaron and how he's hurting me is beyond absurd. Heck, you know nothing of what he has been through! So, why don't you leave me alone, huh?" my low harsh voice makes him flinch, and his eyes downcast.

He's soft lips form a straight line. "Just let me in, Lucy." He says quietly. His sad voice causes my heart to collapse.

"Adam... I'm sorry, I just -"

"Don't. I know exactly what you're interpreting. I'll leave you alone for now." He turns away, leaving me rooted in the chair.

I try to breath but my lungs fail me. I try to talk but my heart is trapped into my throat. My hands are slightly shaking. I'm an idiot. A mess.

All he wanted to do was help me, and I've failed him.

I get up from my chair, he doesn't react. I can't breathe in this room. Everything is fuzzy and my breathing hits a rapid pace. Black spots dance into my peripheral vision. I need to get out.

I grab my things, shoulder my bag and power walk out of here. I can't hear the teacher, I can't hear the students. I push open the classroom door and gust of wind hugs my face. I run to the nearest girl's bathroom, and into the toilet stall. I sob.