"Zebella, Zebella Dalton!" My head is gloomy, my ears are block and right know I have no focus to anything. "Answer me Zebella or I'll send you to the principal's office" my ears come to its senses.
"Yes miss sorry. Just a little... tired" I say clearing my throat.
"It's your turn on the roll to take out the bins." My homeroom teacher says. "Hurry before the bell rings."
"Yes miss" I say, pushing myself off my stool.
As I walk down the hall, collecting the bins, I look in each one. They're all filled with dead roses, chocolate rappers, cards and other valentine gifts.
I couldn't help but think maybe these people who threw these things away feel the same as me right now.
I can not believe Ethan and I had that massive fight. I can't believe he has feelings for me, well, not anymore...
If only I knew, I wouldn't of said those disgusting, horrible things to him. I want to die, why do I always jump to conclusions without letting others speak?
I want to hear his voice again, I want to see his smile, I want to feel his warmth... but I can't.
I approach the last bin down the hall. I look in it and see a single healthy rose, laying amongst dead and rotten ones. I pick it up, wondering if this person was heart broken. "I'm so sorry" I say out loud.
I look at the little note that's attached to the stem of the rose. "To Bela" its says.
"Happy Valentines :) I know you hate cheesy stuff like this but imma give it to you anyway, just to piss you off. Or maybe it's not just for the laughs... I love you. From E"
A painful groan escapes my mouth. It felt like I was kneed in the stomach and was thrown into a pin board again. "He threw it away" I sniffle.
How could you let him go like that?
That night
"Well I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do you? Do yo- do you." I huff, trying to find the right keys on my keyboard. I can't get anything right, my fingers keep missing notes.
I sigh, closing my eyes. "You can do this." I say. I really want to play an instrument, one that I can actually play. And there's no giving up on the keyboard now cause I've already started.
"Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth. The minor fall and the major lift. The baffled king composing Hallelujah" I sing. This song kind of reminds me of Ethan and I. All I could think about is him right now.
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah" I picture his face, smiling. Ageing from his 5 year old self, to now.
I'm scared. I'm scared for our relationship, I'm scared for us. I don't want to be angry anymore, I don't want anyone else but him.
"Hallelujah" I don't realise the tears that come from my eyes. But what I do realise is that I actually played the song perfectly.
But I don't care, what does the stupid Keyboard do to help anything.
I look down at my fingers, in particular on my right hand, my rude finger. I stare at the tattoo that I got, to match with Ethan. We both got something that will never rub away.
Does that say to me that we are inseparable?
You need to make things right.
RING-RING I'm startled by my phone ringing. I pick it up, answering without checking who it is.
"Hello?" I say, my voice croaky.
"Bela" I hear a voice.
"Is this Ethan? I'm so-" I'm interrupted by him.
"This isn't Ethan" the guy says.
"Oh I'm s-sorry" I say.
"I heard what happened between you both, I'm really sorry" he says.
"It's... okay" I say. "Who is this?"
"Josh" he says.
"Oh Josh, I-" I wasn't expecting him.
"Sorry for leaving so rudely. I was just, not expecting you to... lie like that" he says.
"Josh I wasn't lying" I say. "It's no ones fault, it was all a mistake" is say.
"So you weren't going to prom with Ethan?" He asks.
"Well-well... no" I say.
"Oh" he says. "So it's his fault?"
"It was no ones fault Josh. And even if it was someone's fault, it was mine" I say, kind of annoyed.
"Okay okay" he says. "I just wanted you to know that, I'm here. If you need to talk I'm right here" he says.
Are you really?
"Okay" I say.
"And if you still need someone to go to prom with, just ask me" he says.
"Okay" I say.
"Night Bela" he says.
"Goodnight" I say.
"Wait one more thing" he says. "Are you coming tonight?" He asks.
"Tonight? To what?" I ask.
"The game" he laughs. "You don't have to, but I feel like we need to talk in person" he says.
"The game!" I say, ending the call. "Oops"
It's the finals for Josh's football team. And Ethan will be there.
I can set things straight tonight, because I can't take anymore of the silence.
A/N
What do you think will happen?
Will they make up oorrrr...
My chapters are getting smaller than God
Hallelujah 😂
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