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7. lιlyjane joнnѕon

7.

Stubborn Jerk. 

But then again, it's not like he was always like this. I grabbed the metal door pushing it toward. I walk out of school and feel the cool breeze wrap around me. I breath in and out taking in the nice breeze. Walking down the stairs I make my way home. I walk slowly and pace myself. Suddenly I heard someone calling me from behind.

"Lily wait!" 

I look and see it's Aiden. I pause and wait for him to catch up. He runs getting faster and faster until he finally reaches me. He pauses and puts his hands on his knees panting continiously.

"I'm so-o-rr-y" He pants. He breaths heavily in and out. He finally regains air and stands up properly.

"I'm sorry Lily, I'll try to control them, my emotions, I'll try to control them. I promise" He says looking at me the whole time. I smile at him looking down. I look up finally.

"You'll have to do better than sorry" I said to him giving me another shy smile before turning myself and making my way home. I walk a bit fast but not so he would notice. Just before I could take three steps I felt him grab my arm. He turns me around and I'm back at looking at him.

"How?" He asked. 

"That's for me to know and for you to find out, but as of right now, you should be get home" I answered. I pull my arm out of his hold and in result he held tighter. I wince in pain quietly, my cuts, I feel the agony of my pain. All the times I've cut myself all come back to me. A tear rushes down my cheek and I look down. I try once more and he lets me go. I look at him and see his blank expression. I don't try to read him.

No more.

"Looks like you just lost everyone" I said not bothering to look at him and turn to walk home. But this time there was no pull. I walked and cried. 

I thought I could change him, I really did. But he's just a jerk. I felt more tears come and see I'm home. I go up the stairs and walk into my house shutting the door harshly. I run up to my room and lock the door. Dropping my stuff I make my way to my escape.

••••

It's been a while since I spoke, back to usual. No speaking. I decided to skip the rest of the week which is only three days, I got the homework and it's all done so I just sit in my bed all day head-down crying. J is starting to worry but I don't care. He would knock constantly for any movements from me but I don't move. He gets worried more and more but he still goes to school, he knows I would want him too and I would be mad if he didn't which is the last thing he wants.

I haven't spoke to Aiden since that day, two days ago. I felt more tears rush down my already red and puffed up face. All I feel is the agony he made me feel. The blank face he made when he let go of me. No emotion, nothing. There's feelings somewhere in him, I thought he would start showing some for me, but I guess not. I guess I was just another girl to him.

Bang.

I felt the door shut downstairs. I keep my head down and hear the knock. I look up at the clock.

2:45pm.

It's to early for J to come. I put my head back down and continue to look at my bed. My back aches. My head aches. My everything aches. I felt the stomping getting closer to me and felt the knock. Just like every time someone knocks I don't speak. They continuously knock for what feels like forever but I don't do anything. The knocking finally stops and I make my first movement. I lay down, letting all my muscles rest. I crawl into a ball and stay like that. I felt the door shut once again and lay on my bed, doing nothing.

I sigh. 

Why'd I do it? Then I started to think...

Why?

Why did I have to try to help him?

Why couldn't I just do what I was told but NO I tried to help him and this is what I get. I felt fresh tears come down my cheeks slowly, one by one, the tears running more and more.

3 days later...

I walk through the metal doors of high school, it was pretty early so I made my way to my locker and got my books. I walked to my first class after slamming my locker shut, I was welcomed by the peace and quiet of the room. 

RING!

Before I knew it the classroom was filled with students then the teacher. That's when I saw him, I looked at him and saw bags under his eyes, he looked liked he hasn't had sleep for days. His hair was messy as if he literally got out of bed and walked here. He looked up and saw me looking I quickly look back down and started to listen to the teacher.

I felt something to my left and turned to see Aiden. When our eyes met it flashed once more, I looked looking down so he wouldn't notice.

I saw him walking angrily into a shop, he bought paint and all sorts of essentials for art and two medium canvas'. Once he bought them he went home and set all of the art supplies in his room neatly. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and then he started painted.

I saw that, that was what he was doing while I was gone. That explains the lack of sleep, I look once more and saw his final piece, it was a black and white painting of a boy holding a girl, who seemed upset. I looked closely to see it was when I was bullied and he saved me and took care of me.

When he finish painting it he looked at it and smiled at it. 

"I'm sorry Lily, I really am" He muttered to himself. I'm snapped out of the flashback and looked back down thinking.

He learned.

I look up at him and send him a genuine smile, something I haven't done in a while.

•••

I decided to spend my lunch in the library so that's where I was right now. I took out my textbooks and started to do today's homework so I didn't have to later on. Halfway done I told myself.

Halfway done.

CREEK.

I turn to the door and see Aiden walk towards me. I turn back to my homework and wait for him. He makes his way towards me and sits next to me. I put my pencil inside my textbook and look up at him.

"One more chance Lily, please. One more" He pleaded. I looked at him before smiling once more to him. I nod in response.

"Really?" He asked shocked.

I nodded once more. He smiled and pulled me into a hug, I tensed at first but then loosened up and wrap my small arms around his waist. 

We departed and looked at each other, no one spoke for a while. It was the best silence to have.

Step 2: Music.

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-Mae.