#8 - Not Again

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I nod to him before pondering what he means by 'Mrs. Syth and Evaligne both wonder where we've been.

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Ryan's P.O.V

Alex and I headed back to our boring, terrible class. We approached the door and like a gentleman, Alex held it open for me as if I was his crush.

I took a glance over to where Evaligne's pretty, little, and quite pale face looked at me. She looked nervous and anxious. Probably about Alex and I. I have to explain everything to her, it was all part of the plan.

Evaligne's P.O.V

As I am trying to complete this really annoying worksheet that Mrs. Syth handed to me, and only me, because I. have. nothing. to. do. I didn't understand a single thing on this worksheet for three reasons:

1. I really didn't understand this worksheet.

2.I couldn't help but be afraid for Ryan, in case Alex followed him to question why we've been hanging out. Alex is a naturally jealous and overprotective type of person. It's just who he is.

3. When all of these thoughts stop controlling my mind about the two boys that still manage to love me.

I've thought about enough for now.

A sudden shock goes through my body, in a very tingly way. The way that sends butterflies to erupt and explode in my stomach creating fireworks e v e r y w h e r e throughout my body. The reason for all of this firey, anxious, feeling that is happening in me is from Ryan's smile. He is such an adorable being. His eyes are also what happen to make me explode. His plain, brown eyes are still fairly beautiful. Those eyes are what can tell a thousand words, or his emotions.

Those feelings that I just described were all lost when Alex gave me the exact same look that Ryan gave me (if that's even possible...I don't know why but they look the same in shape, and even color. But Alex's eyes were dead. They were soulless. Just like the night mine were that one nigh-

"Awe you two must be young lovebirds!" exclaimed a very sarcastic Mrs. Syth.

I looked at her in disgust and opened my mouth to say something when Alex interrupted.

"You bet ya Mrs. Syth. She's a very pretty girl."

I wanted to throw up. I am not joking. I immediately felt sick to my stomach.

My body shifted and I mumbled "Mrs. Syth, we are not together and we never will be." And with that, I walked away to go. The bell rang exactly as my foot left the door.

We never will be together.

Not again.

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