The Remembering (Alex Gaskarth Fanfiction)

5. Letters

Chapter 5 - Letters

Tuesday 23, 2005

Another school day, another day wasted.

I pulled into my jeans and a random clean shirt I found, and then of course my black converses.

   My brother and I hadn't spoken since yesterday. I owed him a sincere apology. I had never been the one to apologize to anyone nor was I good with it either. I tried to come up with something or even to think of the proper time to talk to him alone. It was almost sad that I didn't remember a time where I apologized to anyone to be quite frank. I couldn't even become that serious. I could already just see myself already choking on my words and my palms becoming extremely sweaty.

   But all I knew was one thing that I lived by for the longest time; never go to bed angry at someone. It was my main philosophy that I stuck to.

   My time was up to think of anything as my brother pulled into the school, well this was great. He parked his car and I sat still, not knowing what to say. When did speaking ever come this hard? Painful memories sunk in, like the times it was difficult to even speak one word to my father or my brother.

"I get it," He said, causing me to look at him directly. "I know you're sorry. It's written over your face."

"You're right," I sighed heavily, and took off my seat belt. "I'll stay away from him."

"Promise?"

"I promise." I obligated and got out of his car, leading myself straight into hell.

It was first period, Alex was not late for once. I ignored him when he tried to get my attention.

"Lalia,"

"Laila. I know you can hear me."

   Of course I could. Did he think being mute came with selective hearing as well? I rolled my eyes.

  "Yeah. Alright go ahead and roll your eyes." He huffed and went back to his work.

   That was the last time I saw Alex for the remainder of the day.

Wednesday 24, 2005

  Alex struck again with his impulsive self. I didn't think he would ever stop at this point or would he? His voice carried my name once again, but this time it was in art class. I put my ear buds in and ignored him the best I can.

   What exactly does he want me for? At this point, I wanted to be left alone. Alone like I had always been around school. I didn't want to be his friend nor did I care enough to even be acquaintance with him either. He honestly should get 'TROUBLE' tattooed on his forehead. It would save the future girls he bothered with a lot of time. At least I was fortunate enough to figure it out in a wick of time.

   I didn't have the time to deal with this all year. I needed to get good grades and be accepted into a college. Not this crap. I had my dad to please and that pressure couldn’t be endangered by some boy, I wasn't going to have it. I couldn't afford to have this reckless boy to be lingering around me.

In one quick motion, he yanked out my ear buds, causing me to nearly gasp from the unexpected twist. I jolted my head a little as I glared at him, indicating that I was waiting for him to speak.

"I'm sorry," He apologized, "about yesterday."

   I scoffed at him, really? After with rolling my eyes, I went back to my work. This was beyond ridiculous. I knew I was being bitter, but if that was the only way I could push Alex away, then so be it. I was allowed to be angry, disappointed, and bitter. It was all a part of being a human. It was the flaws of humans and people didn't seem to understand that.