Unwritten

Chapter Number Two: It's Not About You

"Earth to Aricia. Aricia? Aricia!" I heard Sylvarii call as she waved her hand in front of me, snapping me out of my daze.

"Hmm?" I asked, not really awake yet.

"Class finished," she stated in an obvious tone, making me jolt awake and start grabbing my stuff.

"Oh, uh, right," I stuttered, getting up from my seat and starting to head out the door.

"Have a nice day, Miss Morgan," I heard my Chemistry teacher say with a chuckle as I walked out, making me instantly respond with a light 'You too' and walk away quickly.

"You should really stop spacing out," Sylvarii commented as I opened my locker and took out my math book.

"It was chemistry, Syl. Don't worry about it, and I wasn't spacing out, I was sleeping," I corrected as I slammed it closed.

"Hi, baby," Charlie said as he came up behind me and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

"Hi," I responded and smiled.

"Hello, Sylvarii," he greeted coldly.

"Hello, Charlie," she responded with a glare, making me sigh.

"Please, don't start a fight you two," I mumbled.

"Why are you even friends with her?" Charlie whispered in my ear, and I rolled my eyes at the comment. Sylvarii just kept glaring at him.

"How about you take me out to dinner tonight? Pick me up at seven?" I asked, hopeful they wouldn't start a fight.

"Alright, pick you up for dinner," he said and he kissed me again, this time a bit more intense. Instantly, I kissed him back but pulled away once I heard Syl grunt in complaint.

"See you then," I whispered and walked off with Sylvarii to our English class.

"I don't even get why you two are dating! You are so... so... different! Polar opposties! And he is so not right for you," she insisted as we entered the classroom.

"Here you go, Mr. Danforth," I said shipperly as I handed my English teacher the poem assigned.

"Thank you, Miss Morgan," he replied with a smile as he took my paper. I just nodded and went to my seat as Sylver sat beside me.

"And he's just so arrogant, and rude, and... how can you even like him?" she asked for the three hundred and eighth time that year, making me let out a frustrated sigh.

"How many times are you going to keep asking me that?" I grumbled as I took out my pen and paper and started to draw since Mr. Danforth did give us the period free to do anything as long as we were inside the classroom.

"Until you realize he isn't good enough for you!" she answered, as if it was obvious.

"Sylvarii, I've been trying to put this off for as long as I can, but I have to say this:

"You're like a sister to me, but he's my boyfriend. I. Like. Him. I need you to understand that. I'm not losing him for you, nor losing you for him. So just leave it. I'm tired of hearing your complaints about him. You don't even know him! Now, if you two could at least act civil around each other while I'm in the room, I would be forever grateful. But for now, just stay away from my love life," I said, giving her an annoyed look, this was just getting too far, and I didn't like it. She just stared at me, her eyes reflected fear, pride, sadness and regret.

"Sorry," she whimpered, looking down at her paper.

The rest of the class went by slowly, Sylver was silent and spent the whole hour writing, while I drew.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked suddenly, as she caught up with me so I could drive her home.

"No, why would I be mad?" she answered, not looking up from her phone.

"I just... I mean... Maybe you..." I stuttered, not knowing how to word what I was going to say.

"What?" she asked.

"I thought you would be mad about what I told you earlier," I mumbled, not knowing how she would react.

"I am hurt, but not mad. I mean, I guess I sort of get it. He's your boyfriend and all, and I know you need your space with him. But it still doesn't change the way I feel about him. And I keep getting myself involved because I care about you and I just don't want you to get hurt in the long run," she explained, getting inside the car.

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded and kept quiet as I got inside, started the car and drove my best friend back home.