Battlescars (Editing)

Alex

I knew that that was the worst apology I'd ever given. I didn't expect her to forgive me, but what was I expecting? For her yell at me or something? She's not that dramatic. I was sitting in Mr. Salazar's class, the first class I had with Ophelia.

He was taking role, mumbling things about the students as usual. Once at Ophelia's name, he said the same thing he always said,"No Duarte, as usual." I don't know what ticked me off about it, never did before, but something did, and I said something I really wish I'd taken back.

"Ya know, you sure do talk a lot about her. Like when she doesn't wear the uniform, you sure are the first person to say something. Or when she wears a piece of it, you make sure to compliment her. You're always paying attention to her. I wonder why? Makes everyone a little curious, don't you think?"

"Okay, time for you to shut up," someone whispered.

Oh, no it's her. I really fucked up now.

"Hell yeah, you did."

"What are you talking about?" I asked looking at her.

Did she just read my mind?

"You're funny. No, you dumbass. There's this new invention called body language and talking out loud."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're a confused child." She looked at me with the most calm yet most annoyed look on her face and I knew that I had royally screwed up. I doubted she was going to open up to me any time soon.

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She'd been ignoring me the whole period, not even acknowledging my occasional glances.

What the hell is wrong with this girl? How is she just totally ignoring me?

She wasn't busy taking notes so, she had no reason not to look at me. I mean, I'm the most popular guy at school. She can't resist me for long.

Oh, now I'm just being down right cocky. Get a grip, Alex, she obviously doesn't like you.

Of course she likes me, she just won't give in to it. I'll get her to. She's got to. I've got to get back in the game.

"What are you doing this Friday?" I asked, turning to face her.

"I don't know." She shot me down like that.

"I see you got your bag."

"I see you're paying attention."

"So your legs healing?"

"Please stop trying to make pointless conversation with me. You just embarrassed me in front of one fourth junior class and you think I'm going to talk to you? Ha, hilarious."

I sat back, ignoring the fact that she just refused to even be remotely friendly. And the sarcasm was not being appreciated.

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After what felt like ten years of Mr. Sanchez's monotone voice, the bell rang. Ophelia started gathering her things, and I rushed to get to her. Surprisingly, she smashed right into me, bumping foreheads with me. With her face so close, I almost thought of trying one of my moves on her.

I moved my body to try, but she instantly rejected it by turning and walking away. I sighed, frustrated, and walked out heading to Ms. Quesado, also known as Ms. Queso, for English. This was also one of the classes I had with Ophelia. This girl really has to get a nickname because four syllables is really killing me. That's why I shortened my name to Alex. Makes everyone's life simpler.

Ms. Queso's class was extremely slow, she wasn't there. There was a strict sub, Mrs. Anderson, who forced us to stay quiet and do our work. I'm surprised she's married.

When the bell rang, I was relieved to get out that place quick and in a hurry.

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So kinda short chapter, but your starting to see what kind of person Alex really is. Next update in about a week. I'm getting better at it! Cheers to us!! So if you liked this chapter, hit that vote button. Comment on what you think, your comments would help. Also read my other book that I'm almost done with "The High Road".

-Cora Selo