Chapter 5| How Could He?

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I didn’t know what to feel after last night. My world was torn. Should I tell him the truth? Can I power through it? I know it’s been a month since we met on the first day of school. Halloween is coming up and I don’t know what I am going to be. I always know by this point and I have no clue. Tonight, I attend to the football game for photos. I'm sure Aiden and Lucas will be excited to get photos taken. Aurora had to bail on this one because she’s going to dad’s this weekend. Zayn couldn’t come either because he had other plans. He was very vague about his plans. So, Liam is going with me.

Events like these I can’t go alone. They make me nervous and anxiety pulses through me. If I have someone with me all those things disappear. I guess I’m codependent on someone’s presence. I gave Zayn back his shirt because I wasn’t going to wear it again without washing it. So, he washes it and gives it back saying I could keep it. I gave it back because I didn’t want it but he just assumed I wanted it wash. If I wanted it wash I would’ve used my washer and dryer.

In the back of my mind, I know he knows what I was trying to say. It doesn’t matter because I am running late for this game. I pull on his shirt and a pair of light skinny jeans. I shove black boots on my feet as I run out the door with my camera. I climb into Liam’s car. I know how to drive but to me it doesn’t matter. It was a good purpose to learn how to drive if I needed to. Since, I don’t have the need for it I just let other people drive me.

The sun was beginning to set across the sky. The sun left blues, purples, pinks, and oranges painted on the crisp cool September air. I have a week and a month to figure out what I am going to be for Halloween. It’s my favorite holiday. Liam and I pull into the school. Together we run down to the football field. Lately I’ve been doing nothing but running. My lungs seem to be getting stronger for it but I’d rather walk then run.

When I arrive, I get sweat hugs from Aiden and Lucas. I take photos of Liam with them. Liam is wearing is Northfort soccer shirt along with a pair of dark jeans. The game starts and I quickly come to terms that more people enjoy football then soccer. Personally, I would disagree. I snap a photo of Lucas kicking a field goal and Aiden butting head with the opposite players. So many people cheer louder and enjoy more. The cheerleaders seem to be more into it today.

The game ends and I have roughly the same amount from yesterday. The boys offer us to do something. My body bursting to do something agrees. So, the four of us go to Burger King. “Eat it!” I scream throwing my hands down on the table. It turns out that Aiden is a vegetarian. We offered him ten dollars apiece if he ate a burger. Stupidly he agreed. The table rumbles as the other guys encourage him to eat it. I pull out my camera as Aiden reluctantly takes a bite I snap a photo.

Cheers erupt through the air. I laugh as I drink my drink. These last few days have been nothing but kind to me. I have a feeling something will catch up to me but that isn’t important right now. The fact that a vegetarian is enjoying a burger is more important. You can’t satisfy a man’s hunger for meat. I wish I didn’t know how that is true.

Liam later took me home after our cheers for the Burger King. I sigh as I look put the window. Sometimes I wish I didn’t know about the people in today’s world. "Thank you for coming with me." I smile as I climb out of the car. Liam smiles. I walk inside the house ad my mom waits on the couch. "Mom?" I ask turning the light on. My mother’s face isn’t the face I’m seeing now. Zayn sits on my couch fiddling with his fingers.

Worry is radiating off him. "Oh, hey Violet." He speaks with a darkened tone. I carefully approach him. "My dog. I’m missing my dog. He’s just a puppy." He stands up clearly showing he doesn’t want to be comfort. The words won’t form on my lips. I don’t know why this makes me unable to talk but it does. I hear footsteps run down the stairs. "Viola, honey have you seen a puppy?" My mom asks.

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