Aria & Damon

Chapter 2 - The note

Damon's eyes narrowed and the smile fell off his face. "What are you doing over here?" He asks.

Really? Now just how am I supposed to answer that one? Oh well I guess I should start out with honesty if I want this to work out. "You looked sad, I thought maybe you could use some company." "Well, I don't want any company. Especially yours Aria. Just leave me alone." And then he turned back towards the front of the room. Ouch! That stung. I just sat there, wondering if this gap between us was too far to bridge. Was I crazy for even trying?

Mr. Harding started his first of the year speech, but I wasn't listening, Ive already heard it 3 times anyway. I drifted off into flashbacks and memories. I was hardly aware when Damon flopped a packet of papers onto my desk. (The kind you have to take home every year and fill out. I really hate those, the school already has all of that information anyway. They just LOVE to annoy you.) I wasn't even aware that I was staring at the back of Damon's head until after Mr. Harding ended his speech and went back to his desk, Damon turned around and hissed, "Would you stop staring at me! I can practically feel your eyes boring holes into the back of my head! Whats up with you lately? I'm beginning to think you're stalking me." I hated this. I hated the tone of voice he uses when he speaks to me. A tear slipped down my cheek, Followed by a few more before I could regain control of myself. "Sorry." I say and I turned my head to stare out of the window. There was so much that I wanted to say to him, and there was probably even more that I wanted to SCREAM at him. I just didn't know how to do this. How to fix a friendship that has been broken for 3 long years. He hates me and that makes it that much harder. I heard Damon sigh, but I didn't look at him. Then after a few minutes he said, "Look Aria, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. That was mean, I'm just not in a very good mood today." I continued to stare out of the window. I could see the breezeway. There were a couple of kids going back and forth between the buildings. I wasn't in the mood to try and talk to him right now. Which is just my luck when it seems like hes finally willing to talk to me. But I needed sometime to gather myself and prepare for the conversation that I planned to have with him. I spent the rest of the morning just gazing out the window. I saw a few birds and some squirrels. Nothing exciting to keep me looking, but I forced myself not to look anywhere else. Damon never said anything else either and after a while the bell finally rang letting us all go home. I stood up and gathered my things, I started to walk forward but Damon stood up right at that moment and I bumped into him. "Still doing that I see." He says, and walks out of the room. Lilliana waves at me to come over to her and some of my other friends, but I shake my head and walk out of the room. I still wasn't really in the mood to talk, especially to them. They can ask some of the most annoying questions, I swear.

As I was getting on the bus I realized that I never even looked at my schedule and I knew it would be the first thing Ian would ask about. I was one of the first people on the bus, so pretty much all the seats were empty, so I picked a seat at random. I pulled out my folder and got my schedule out and looked it over. There wasn't anything too bad. The worst class I had was 6th period Algebra 2 with Mr. Lynn, he is an ass. I looked up as Ian flopped down beside me. I smiled, "Hey!" I say. There's one thing that I really love about Ian, Hes always happy. He smiles all the time, its very infectious. I love being near him when I'm sad or upset. "Hey A, did you get any good classes? Let me see your schedule." He practically snatched it out of my hand. "Oh sweet. We have 3 classes together." "Really?" I ask, a bit excited now, "Which ones?" He looks down again at my schedule, "English 1st Period, Economics 3rd and Algebra 2 6th period." He looked up at me and smiled. I sigh a sigh of intense relief. "That's great! I was really dreading having to suffer through Lynn's class alone." He laughed and said, "Yeah and we both know you will need some help, because you SUCK at math." We both laugh at that one, "So true," I say. He winks at me, "I, on the other hand, am a genius at math." I laugh again, "Way to toot your own horn there, Ian." He smiles but turned it off when he looked up. I followed the direction he was looking in. Damon was sitting in the seat right in front of the one beside us. Which was odd, of course. He ALWAYS sits in the back, when he still rode the bus anyway. He was sitting across the seat with his back to his window, staring out the window across the aisle. The sad look he had on his face was gone, replaced by a blank expression. He was showing absolutely no emotion. Ian leaned towards me and whispered in my ear "How'd it go with him today?" I shake my head, "Not very good," I whisper back, "But Ill tell you about it later." He nodded his approval. I opened my folder to replace my schedule, and a tiny piece of paper fell out of it. Confused, I picked it up and unfolded it. It was a note but there were only 5 words written,

YOU WERE RIGHT, I'M SORRY

There was no name or any identification, but that was OK, because I recognized the handwriting anyway. But when did he slip the note into my folder? And more importantly, What was I right about?

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The pic to the right -> Is pretty much what Ian is supposed to look like :)

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