Locker neighbors Past

Ariels POV *Chapter Three*

Ariel's POV

I really hate this. I will not make eye contact with him. AT ALL. he hurt me, and he's pretending that it never happened? Well, it did. He can't change that. Did he forget? Huh, no. He's just doing this to get to me. Right? I mean he's being all nice and trying to make things less awkward. Ugh, we need to get to know each other. As if I don't know him enough...he's a heartbreaking jerk that ignored me and let me cry all alone and never helped me even though he said he would! I have the deepest scars because of him!!

"Okay so we need to get to know each other," Zach says interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh, uh. Yeah," I take a deep breath, it's the same face he made in eighth grade, "what do you want to know about me?"

"Uhh... Just tell me about yourself. How you've been..favorites.." He mutters something under his breath, "....relationship status...."

I laugh at his statement he said at the end. And then I abruptly stop when I remember how many times he made me laugh...and how they were nothing compared to how many times I cried over him.

"Okay, I'm single..haha.. I've been okay..I'm lying at the moment... And uhhh... I love food like pickles, cookies, brownies, s'mores, fererro rocher, and yeahhh," I continue, "what about you?"

He looked at me, and I didn't look away. We made eye contact and it was very deep. It seemed like hours we were looking a each other. "Okay, uhh... I am also single," he smiled, "I'd been lying if I said I've been okay, I also love food, Mexican food especially." He smiled goofily.

"I love Mexican food! My mom makes it a lot. What's your favorite? Mine is tamales!" (A/N tamales is a Mexican food if you don't know what it is you haven't lived!)

He smiled, "oh wow! I love them! But it's not my favorite, it's a close second! Mine is..." He trailed off tapping his chin. He had dark brown hair, with a style like Justin Biebers or Matt's with the quiff thing. He had dark brown eyes, and I loved his cheeks. I don't know what it is about them but they are my favorite thing about his appearance. I've always loved them. "Probably uhhh...tostadas." (A/N again, if you've never had you've never lived😋) he smiled his cheekily grin which made me laugh a little.

"Nice! Yeah, my mom makes the best food." I say looking at him.

He winks and says, "well then I guess I'll have to try her food."

I look down, oh gosh, he wants to come over for dinner, no! He can't. All I manage out is a "haha."

He looks down also, playing with his fingers. "Ariel?"

I look up, and our eyes meet, "um, yeah Zach?"

"I know you think I don't care."

I now look down, playing with my fingers and act like I don't remember so I don't cry, "what?" I say trying to sound confused but my voice cracks.

"I know you all too well." I look at him again, he's looking down, "eighth grade. I never forget what happened. I did care. I did. I don't talk to Charles anymore after what he did, although I shouldn't be talking about him considering what I did to you."

My eyes start to water thinking about it. I look down, at my wrists. They did this to me. "I'm fine." Is all I can say. I look up and the bell rings, indicating class is over, just as Zach was about to say something. I get up as soon as it does, and walk to my locker, forgetting his is right next to mine.

I put in my combo and open my locker while looking at my schedule. "LA reading, Mrs. Salfarc" I mumble to myself.

"Up you have that class too?" I jump, I didn't notice Zach was there. "I startle you?" He laughs.