When The Shy Girl Meets The Popular Boy

12: Don't Come Near Me!

Celeste

"Matt, get out. I don't want to see you." I coldly stated, keeping my eyes trained on my blanket. Matt opens his mouth to protest but closes it again once he sees my glare.

"I got it. Rest well, sis." He advices before leaving.

I nodded and watched him leave. The moment I heard the door shut, I allowed sadness to take over me. Sometimes, the only way to get rid of these emotions is to feel it rather than to deny it.

Tears pooled in my eyes, begging to be released. And so I just let myself be weak. Sobs racked my body as I wrapped my arms around my folded legs. Horrible, horrible thoughts consumed my brain. My heart felt heavy.

Why now? Why me?

My phone rings and I stared at the caller's name, debating if I should answer. I hesitantly grabbed my phone and pressed the green button.

"Celeste?"

"Ah... Zane. What do you want from me?" I ask bluntly. I'm in no mood to be nice or compassionate. All I want is to numb the pain.

"I don't think that you're in a pleasant mood, love. I'm just wondering if you're fine. Your boyfriend asked me to check up on you." Zane says.

"Boyfriend? Who?" I question.

"Nick. Don't you remember?" He asks.

"Ah, the jerk. I remember. Tell him I'm fine. Thank you and goodbye." I quickly mumbled before rudely ending the call.

Within minutes of zoning out, I fell asleep. I woke up in surprise as I felt something cold on my forehead. I sat up and realized that it was a block of ice.

"Matt, it's rude to wake someone up like that. Please go plan dad's funeral with mom. We shouldn't delay it." I muttered before getting out of bed.

"Alright." He says.

I went to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I stepped into the shower and closed my eyes as water pelted down onto my skin.

I don't feel like myself. I feel like a part of me is gone. A part of me has been taken away. It feels horrible. "Sis, you'll be late if you don't leave in five minutes." Matt says, knocking twice on the door.

I switched the water off and stepped out, grabbing my fluffy towel to dry myself. I grabbed a sweater a bit big on me and a pair of jeans.

I have no energy for outfit coordination. Anways, I rushed to put my clothes on and dried my hair a tad bit. I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and slipped on my shoes.

"Matt, drive me." I demanded.

Matt sighs and nods. On the way out, I grabbed a slice of bread, stuffing it into my mouth. I forgot to apply makeup... But nevermind, I don't put a lot anyway.

Matt gets into the car and immediately drives, without even waiting for me to buckle my seatbelt. "You've got a problem?" I question, keeping my eyes on the road ahead of us.

"I think that rather than me, you're the one that has a problem." He snaps.

"Whatever." I hissed under my breath.

Ladies and gentleman, this is how a hurt and depressed Celeste acts. Instead of wallowing in sadness, I get angry easily. When I really can't take it anymore, I become lifeless. All emotions are drained out of me.