chapter 11

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It's monday.

Which meant I had to see him.

I had to see Andrew.

It still hurt about what had happen but if I give up in changing him, I'd be giving up on the few happiness I had left.

I picked out my clothes and went to shower.

The cold water dripping down my spine was enough to wake me up even if I feel dead inside.

I ask myself whilst in the shower everyday why do I stay with Andrew.

Maybe because I'm blinded by love?

Is it even love?

Or just me not wanting to see him walk away?

I left the shower and picked out my clothes.

The only thing running in my mind is this:

Would he approve of what I'm wearing?

I chose a dungerie over a pink sweater.

I ran downstairs and as always I saw it empty.

As empty as my life.

I ran to the bus stop.

"Hey" he said.

"Hey" I said. He was there. Again.

"Since when did you ride the bus?" I said mockingly. "Since my car got busted of drugs." He joked.

"Seriously Nathan?" I said bluntly but lost my facade and smiled.

"There's the smile I've been looking for. " he said. I nudged him with my elbow. "Seriously though, why are you riding the bus?" I ask "Well my car broke down plus I also wanted to ride with someone." My heart stung a little. But still having to keep subtle I asked "who?"

"The girl I've been liking so far." He said.

I don't know why but for a while I felt something. Something painful.

"Who is the unlucky girl?" I say mockingly. But we were interrupted by the bus.

"Well I guess we got to get on. I'll tell you next time." He said.

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When I got to school Cassie, one of the populars, ran to me.

"Hey Alex!" She called. We weren't friends but we were acquaintances. We occasionally talked. "Yes?"

"Well I'm having a party on friday night. So..."

"Yes?"

"I'd like you to come" she said in her most cheerleader voice.

"Ermmm... can I think about it?"

"Sure." She said and left.

I wasn't planning on going at all.

I went to my History class and lo and behold Andrew was there.

He was talking with someone.

A girl.

Specifically, Sam.

He was looking at her not with friendship in mind though.

I went there and slammed my books at the empty table beside him. I slammed it enough for everyone to look

They were shookened.

She looked at me with hate across h.er eyes.

"Bye Sam!" I said mockingly. She flipped her hair and left.

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