Strawberry Sweet

.I've Been Making A Lot of Mistakes Lately.

🍓Chapter Eleven: I've Been Making A Lot of Mistakes Lately🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet 🍓

It's been a day sense Drake and I had gotten into that argument and he hasn't called or anything! Not even a text from the jackass!

He should be apologizing to me for yelling at me! I huff out an aggravated breath when I hear a knock on my door.

I choose to ignore it and plop my headphones in acting as if I couldn't hear it. Oh don't act like you haven't done that before.

I turn over in bed and let the lyrics surround me in ecstasy. "It's to late to apologize, I said it's to late~.  yeah it's too late to apologihize~, yeah~" Apologize by onerepublic fills my ears. It's ironic really, that I just so happen to have this song playing on my phone when all I want right now is for Drake to apologize for blowing up on me Friday night.

I shift in my bed when I feel someone touch my shoulder. I pretend to be asleep. I don't want to get up. But they catch my attention when I hear voices. I slowly pause my music.

"No, I guess shes asleep. I know she would want to talk to you, though." He sighs and sits down on my bed.

"Shes changed quite a bit, Liz. You would be amazed. She stopped wearing glasses" there is a pause from dad "of course she has contacts. I wouldnt let her be walking around half blind" he chuckles "yeah the clear kind that you can wear to bed."

He sighs again "she quit voulenteering after her mom died. And I thought moving here would help her stop partying and stuff, but shes already been to one party since weve been here. Yeah. Well maybe you will have to come viset, Liz. We miss you" he tells my aunt Elizabeth.

"Okay. Bye, bye. Love you too" the phone beeps telling me that hes hung up.

He tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses me on the top of my head. "I wish you'd talk to me, Nick..." he whispers.

I feel his weight shift off of the bed and the door close behind him.
A tear falls down the bridge of my nose.

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I make my way to my locker Monday morning, now familiar with my surroundings. I put in my combo: thirty two, left. Eighteen, right. Twelve, left and pop.

My dads words keep ringing in my ears. I wish you'd talk to me, Nick.

Ive realized that I stopped talking to my dad about things after mom died and we arent as close.

I wish I hadn't heard those dreaded words. I wish I could continue living in ignorance and pretending my dad and I were as close as ever. On top of all of that I keep worrying if Drake hates me. I had come to realize that I shouldn't have blown up on him, and that it really was none of my business. I shouldn't have been such a bitch.

"Hey, Girly" Hakeem chirps up leaning against my locker shuting the door with his weight. He grabs a lock of my white hair gently.

"Get out of the way, Keem. I'm not in the mood right now" I spit out.

"Woah, chill babe. I was just trying to take away the gloomy cloud that's hovering over you... that's all" he says while moving aside with his arms up in defense.

"Then leave" I snap redoing my locker combo.

"You know, I don't know what it is with you lately. But you're being a real bitch." He scoffs and walks off, clearly pissed at me.

Great. Just fucking peachy. That's the second time today. I had pissed Ryan off this morning too. He went to change my radio station and I smacked his hand away and blew up on him. Looking back on it now, I was being really harsh, and I shouldn't have blown up on him. Maybe Dad's right. Maybe I have changed.

I sigh and put my head on my locker door. This is going to be a long day.

In first hour Totiana would barely talk to me. She knows I've been moody and she hasn't vexed me. Then at lunch I decided to go off campus to get fast food because I didn't want to have to face everyone. Lord knows they all probably hate me.

But there is just one last thing I need to get through today... Sixth hour.

My art class bell had just rung signaling that it's time to start class. I sat down in my seat after getting my portfolio out and sitting down at my desk.

"Class, today we are going to be drawing still life. I'm sure most of you know what that means but let me explain to the..."

I soon drown out what Mr. Radcliffe was saying and stare out of the three story building window. Today is unusually sunny. The birds chirping and the clouds white. I can't help but watch the leaves start to turn a slight brown color signaling that fall time is near.

"Ms. Delaware? Are you clear on the instructions?" Mr. Radcliffe asks.
I hum in response. He said still life right? I can do that. I look over to other students papers and see that they are drawing the bowl of fruit in front of each of them on their desks.

I sharpen my number two pencil and begin sketching the orange in front. But as time passes the so called 'orange' begins to look like an iris. I decide to model it into water. Only not just water, but how water looks a split second after another droplet of water connects with it. When the ripples of the water just start to expand.

"Ms. Delaware. That is not what I had said in my instructions" a voice snaps next to me. I look up to see the art teacher looking at me with a disapproving glare.

"S-sorry sir, I usually just draw what comes to mind, I'm not very good at delivering a picture from a prompt." I stutter.

"Erase it and start over" he demands.

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"What's up with you? Ya look like shit, hun" I look up to see Drake standing over me as I sit on the floor sorting out history books.

"I... I've been making a lot of mistakes lately..." I sigh running a hand down the side on my face. "I'm sorry Drake"