Change of Plans

37|Fight Night

Monday, May 1st

I stand out of my desk in my Algebra class and gather my things into my bag before slinging it over my shoulder and meandering slowly out of the class. I stand in the doorway and look left and right down the hallway of crowded high school students. There's been no sign of Aidan yet today and the streak continues.

I was so nervous to see him again after getting everything off my chest with Lily and Jenna this weekend. Not that Aidan would know, but the talk I had with them helped me understand the way I feel about Aidan. I realized that I don't have to be angry with him or Makayla or anyone and I'm hoping he will notice that at least.

I was so nervous that I even put an effort into my appearance to show him how much better I'm feeling, not to spite him though. More like a progress report. Last week I felt crappy, but now I feel good enough to look decent and put a smile on my face. That kind of progress report.

I had curled my short hair into beach waves and put on high waisted denim shorts with a red Coca-Cola t-shirt and white converse. I even put on some thin bracelets and rings. I probably look the best I have all year.

Now I just hope it pays off and Aidan will read my internal progress report. Maybe people won't look at me like a puppy that got kicked either.

My hands start to shake in the doorway of the classroom so I hook my thumbs through the belt loops on the sides of my shorts and close my eyes. I shrug my shoulders up to my jaw, take a deep breath and drop my shoulders back down in an effort to relax myself. I open my eyes to the brightness of the hallway and take the first couple of steps to the English room.

My feet carry me closer and closer, my anxiety growing with each step. I find myself looking down at the dirty floor in front of my shoes while I walk, a sign of my nerves.  Soon, a hard shoulder clashes into mine, and I stumble back, barely regaining my balance. Once I regain a sense of my surroundings, I look up to apologize to the other person. I soon find myself looking into all too familiar whiskey brown eyes and my breath catches in my throat.

He got into a fight.

Aidans P.O.V.

Saturday, April 22nd

It's been a day, one whole day since I ruined the best thing I had going for me.

I miss her so much. 

Her soft brown hair that I love to run my fingers through and the slight pout to her lips. Her freckled cheeks and hazel eyes make her almost irresistible and yet somehow, I managed to screw it up.

How the hell could I be such an ass to the perfect human being, the one human who truly deserves the world.

My hands grip the steering wheel and I drive closer and closer to my destination. I have to fix this. If I don't, I'll lose her forever.

The sun sets slowly as the light in front of me turns red and I hit my steering wheel with my palms in anger.

Could this drive take any longer?

In the silence of the car I hear my phone start ringing and I freak out. I look frantically for my phone, feeling around my pockets and cup holders and looking under the chairs before I find it wedged between my seat and the door. My hands fumble with it before I steady it in my grip and check the caller I.D.

My heart drops. It's not Harper.

I growl profanities under my breath but answer anyways.

"What the hell do you want Cam?"