When Everything Changed (Currently Rewriting)

12. Realistic, Not Idealistic

CHAPTER 12 | Realistic, Not Idealistic

It has been one dreadful week without Brandon.

He literally avoids me at all cost - no eye contacts, no greetings, and nothing.

I made quite huge effort into trying to let him notice me; I tell you that mission is impossible. He apparently knows my attempt into getting him to talk to me, so he just disappeared. I mean, he barely shows up where I am with the exception of some classes.

I truly wanted to explain to him about Sean and I's status. I know that Brandon and I aren't in a relationship, but we are close to that. It's pretty much like a mutual understanding. I totally believe he deserves an explanation, and I will do all my can so that he will get that explanation.

I just hope he would stop running away.

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It was now the last class of the day, and I plan to speak to Brandon before the dismissal bell rings. As if fate supports me, the teacher is absent, so there is a substitute that is managing the class. Plus, there were no given assignments.

I stood up from my desk, the chair legs scraping on the tiled floor, and I walked towards the other room where Brandon was. As if he sensed my presence coming, he look up from his phone and looked straight into my eyes. He then stood up from his desk and started walking towards me.

My heart flutters with hope that he would actually cease to run away from me. Well, I said it too soon.

As he was about two feet away from me, he made a sharp turn to the front of the classroom. He walked to the substitute's desk and asked for a pass to the restroom. It was freaking unbelievable that he would choose to hide out in the restroom to get away from me. After he took the pass, he exited the classroom into the hallway.

I internally groaned and walked to the substitute's desk. Instead of asking for a restroom pass, I requested for a pass to the library because I had to do some "research". The substitute lazily wrote me a pass and tosses the paper at me. I swiftly caught it and exited into the hallway.

I quickly rounded the corner to the nearest restroom and spotted Brandon's figure enter the door embedded with the blue plaque. I jogged towards the door and stopped in front of it.

Without thinking it through, I went inside.

Inside the boy's restroom.

The stench of urinal waste wafted in the air, and I could feel my lunch travelling up my esophagus. It is pretty disgusting, but I am desperate to talk to Brandon. I absolutely hate the feeling of someone I love ignoring me.

Wait, someone I love?

A random guy by the urinal turned his way towards me, and his eyes were bulging out from its sockets. I quickly palmed my vision from the horrid scene. As soon as I heard the sound of a zipper being zipped and a shuffling that headed towards the exit, I removed my palms from my eyes.

My eyes are no virgins anymore.

I went ahead and hastily search for Brandon before I see another bony weenie. Gladly, Brandon retreated from a stall and made his way to the restroom sink. He placed his hands on both marble edges and stared downwards. He groaned and started mumbling something that I could barely pick up, but I did understand a few.

She is mine.

He continued to replay the same phrase over and over again. He seemed to calm down as he shoulders sagged from the earlier tension. I inaudibly walked towards him and placed my hand onto his shoulder. I felt his shoulder tense, and the next thing you know, I was on the ground.