"Bela?" I yell. She doesn't seem to hear me, so she doesn't stop.
Without a question, i run after her. I guess I took control this time, instead of my brain.
"Bela wait!" As I turn the corner, she vanishes. I hear a door close, it's the janitors door. She must have gone in there.
I open the door slowly, peering through it. I see her slumped against the closet that holds spray and wipes, sitting with her knees up against her chest. She tilts her head up, resting it back on the wall, panting.
"Bad time?" I say softly, making sure not to surprise her.
She slightly turns her head to me, still up against the wall. She huffs. "I'm a mess"
"I needed to come in here anyway. Spilt the powdered chalk again." I say, ignoring her comment. I slide in, shutting the door. I hear a slight chuckle from her, after dying off into small sobs.
She rubs her face, covering it with her hair.
I sit down, cross legged in front of her. I reach out and move the fallen pieces of hair out of her face, revealing her red nose, glossy eye, droopy face.
I smirk. "What happened?" I ask, bushing her hair back so it doesn't cover her face again.
She stares at me for a while. I could tell something was seriously wrong.
She blinks softly, looking at her fingers, fiddling with a ring that was around her thumb.
She tries to speak, but ends up giving up, holding her face in her hands. "It's complicated" she mutters.
"Okay, don't worry about explaining. But whatever it is, fuck it. No one has time to be upset, for shit that doesn't matter" I say.
She takes her face out of her hands, looking up at me.
Bela's pov
Part of me agrees and another part is slightly confused.
It doesn't matter that everyone thinks I'm a freak, because I know who I am.
They can think what they think. I know people do care about me, I know someone like Ethan loves me, for who I really am. Not just a picture on a poster.
Now I feel stupid, for crying like a child, people know I'm weak.
I feel embarrassed crying in front of Ethan, I've cried way to many times and he's always been there.
"Why do you care so much? Why are you always here when I'm crying? I don't want you to see me cry, I feel stupid now." I say, making my knees fall, crossing my legs, sitting closer to him.
"I guess that's what I'm here for" he says.
"No, no you're aren't supposed to be my mum, it's not right." I say, pinching my arm.
"But I want to be here, it's not like I'm just gonna walk out like nothing matters to me. What type of friend am I to do that?" he says.
"But you're always here" I say, now face to face with him.
"Because I care about you okay! I've been right next to you all of my life, and yours too. There's no way I'm letting go!" He says holding my cheeks.
"Why do I matter? I'm just a girl. You should be somewhere else than here, Ethan forget about me!" I say.
"Everyone matters to me, especially you. Why are you asking!"
"Because I don't matter to you! And I shouldn't. Nothing is interesting about me and I'm not worth anything. Why are you still here?!" I say, holding onto his NMD shoe.
"I can't leave you!" He shouts. There's silence for a while.
"I can't leave you." He repeats but in a low voice. "Don't say that you don't matter to anyone cause you do. And if you don't believe me, then what does this mean to you?" He asks, before gently pulling me to his face. Before I know it, our lips are locked.
He pulls away, I stare up at him for a long time.
Face to face for what felt like forever, sitting in this small room, felt right for some reason. I felt something different when he kissed me, and I have a feeling Ethan knows it too.
Even though I've been stubborn for the past 10 minutes, not giving in. Ethan still manages to stand his ground, which means I do matter to him, but I want to know is he just saying that to make me feel better? Or is it something else?
I want someone other than me to matter to him, there are so many people in the world that matter, but he still sticks with me. Someone with no talent, someone that overreacts to things that aren't supposed to be cried over, someone that doubts. But he's still here, with his warm hands running through my hair.
I fall into his chest, squeezing him tightly. "I love you E"
Ethan's pov
"I love you more" I say. "No matter how many times you tell me to leave, I'll stay."
"Ethan!" I hear from outside, it's my sport teacher.
"Shit" I say, releasing from the hug. "Quick hide" I say, opening the closet for her to squeeze into.
"Don't leave me in here" she whispers.
"I won't I promise" I laugh, slowly closing it.
The teacher opens the door. "E-"
"Oh hi miss, just getting the.. stuff" I say, clearing my throat as I grab a dust pan.
"You'll also need spray and wipe, its probably stained the floor by now" she says reaching for the closet door.
"Ah, no no miss I'll-I'll do it" I say.
We hear a bang outside, like the sound of someone being thrown into the lockers.
"Get on with it Dolan, or you'll be cleaning it up at 3." She says, walking out and shouting at the students that made the noise.
Bela swings open the door, still scrunched up in a ball in the corner of the closet. "Thought I was gonna die in there" she says, fanning herself.
She grabs my hand and I pull her out. She stumbles a little, almost falling on me. She clears her throat, slightly awkward.
She tries her best not to make eye contact with me, but I don't care, I just smirk at her.
"Are you coming or nah?" She says seriously.
I throw my arm over her shoulders, pushing the door open.
I still want to know what happened
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