I'm Sorry

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I loved him, he beyond loved me. We loved each other for so long, so why...why was I at his wedding watching him marry someone else..?

~two years prior~

Boys. Boys are very difficult to live with, sit next to in class or even share a locker with. In other light, the most self-centered, ignorant, arrogant, stubborn, choch is the one and only: Mason Clark.

If you don't get why he is such a big choch, I would look it up in the Urban Dictionary, let me sum it up that Mason Clark is and will always be, or so I thought, the biggest flirt and player in all of Bayside Academy High School.

"Okay so first you find the midpoint and then times that by the two sides to equal- AVA ARE YOU PAYING ANY ATTENTION!" my teacher shouts from across the room.

I snap my head up, feeling my cheeks heat up, and roll my eyes at the few snickers I hear from around the classroom. Once my face starts to cool down I go back to scribbling little shapes on the corners of my paper. To be honest my paper is starting to look more grey than white but at least it looks like I have gotten some work done.

After class, I start to walk out of the class before I am then stopped by my teacher. Great. "Ava, I know it's your first day and all but you really need to pay attention, I don't know how it worked at your old school but this is going to have to change if you want to succeed in my class." It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes, "Oh I almost forgot, here's your new locker."

I take the stick note from her hand and proceed out the door to find my locker.

Locker 242.

I hum in my head as I pass every locker in sight...239...240...241...but no 242. Was this a joke? After seeing nothing I walk down the now empty hallway to the classroom on the other side of the school. My teacher looks up, pushes her glasses up her nose and gives me an annoying look. "Yes Ava?"

I try to place a sly smile on my face "Um...I can't seem to find my locker?"

She laughs to herself and I don't quite get why but then she speaks in a really annoying tone. "We had to get rid of it to put a wall there to open up the gym"

I watch as she scribbles down a new locker number as well as the combination. "Here" she speaks with a slight scowl in her voice.

Locker 178, 11-8-39

After a few tries, I finally get the locker open to only look very confused when I see a bunch of other books.

Wait, WHAT? I thought I was getting my own locker.

My train of thought is then stopped when the familiar sound of snickers approaching me.

"What do you think YOU are doing in MY locker."

I look at the tall, tanned boy then at the sticky note and then at the locker. My voice shakes slightly as I answer his question "I'm pretty sure this is my locker now."

His bark of laughter startles me a little as he then speaks "No look, that's MY locker, now I suggest you get away," he said with a annoyed tone.

I stare at him and then at the little sticky note in my hand. I raise my voice at him because I was done playing games and frankly I'm to tired for this. This was my locker and not his. "IM PRETTY SURE I CAN READ AND SEE THAT THIS IS MY LOCKER!"

This time his laugh seemed evil, I saw him grit his teeth together and then speak in a very harsh tone "I don't know where you came from but you obviously don't know who I am but I suggest you step away and think about what you are about to say, or else you'll regret it."

I sit there and raise my eyebrow at him "Look I don't CARE WHO THE HECK YOU ARE BUT THIS LOCKER WAS ASSIGNED TO ME!"

His jaw just dropped open and I could see the blazing flames of anger rage in his eyes.

I scoffed "you'll get bugs if you keep your mouth open so wide"

No more words were spoken, He just walked over to me but I could still see quite clearly that he was angry. I didn't know what to do. All I heard was the loud slap when my hand collided with his face. I think I forgot to mention my fast reflexes...oops?

The tall boy stood there, watched me and I dropped my books because I knew what was coming. The adrenaline built up in me and ran faster than I could even think of. There was nothing to think of besides running until my feet gave up on me.

Well this is not how I though this would go.

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Walking over to my closet I pick out a black sweatshirt, warn out darker jeans and whatever black shoes I could find. I figured that If I dress like this, maybe the boy won't recognize me. But I still couldn't get over what he looked like. Tall, tan, he had a good build on him, he has dark brown sandy hair, freckles and eyes bluer than the ocean. I shake the thoughts away from my head as I brush my hair up into a high ponytail.

Once I get out of the car I stop in my tracks. I almost tripped over my own feet because of how fast I stopped. Standing there with an entourage of people besides him was the boy. I really am getting tired of calling him 'that boy'. I grinned and felt proud of myself seeing that his cheek had a bright red mark on it.

That must of been a good hit if it let a mark over night.

Then I realized he was on the steps by the main entrance. Great. I attempted to blend in with the group of people as they walking into school and I hoped not to run into the boy. Did I also mention that I am very bad at hiding? Once I thought I had made it past him, I heard the husky tone of his voice. Yup. He was still mad. I ran again, this time running into the janitors closet and shutting the door behind me.

Once my breathed calmed I felt a hand go around my waist and my heart dropped. That's when I heard his voice again and felt his breathing on my neck.

Omg...AM I GOING TO DIE?

"You cant run from me after what you did to me yesterday,Precious "

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