Someday........ (zeddison fanfic)

Too Late

-3 months later-

{Addison POV}

3 months have passed, and surprisingly they've all been good. I've been mostly focusing on school, cheer, and making the best out of my "high school experience". During this whole time period I haven't said a word to Zed. Of course I still see him and sometimes end up just staring, but how can I not. We still go to the same school, and no matter how much we've been through, I'll always have a special place in my heart for him. On the other hand, I feel that my feelings for him have slowly started to disappear. I just... I don't know... maybe I am just tired of pursuing someone who obviously doesn't feel the same. I guess Luke felt the same as me because he finally left me alone about a month ago. Luke has been trying to be sweet and be in my life by bringing me flowers and complimenting me all the time. Don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate his efforts, but I've told him multiple times nothing more than friends can happen between me and him. They may seen cruel, but it was the truth.

I woke up feeling the same as every other day. State regionals were coming up so Bucky decided it would be a good idea for us to have a rally to practice performing in front of a audience. I'm pretty sure he just wanted a way to get attention though. I curled my hair and only put on some light pink lip gloss and mascara.

"Bye mom! Bye dad!" I walked out of the door and on my way to school.

I approached my locker and got out my books sprinting to class. I got in just in time before our teacher walked in. Because I was basically late, there weren't really any seats left. I looked around finally spotting one open. I walked up to it realizing who it was next to.

Zed.

It can't be that bad right. I mean this is English class and we never talk or interact with each other in this class. It was going to be fine. Wrong. Of course she decided to assign a project to us today. And based on my luck, it was a partner assignment.

"Okay class, so as you know we only have a couple more months to this year and I've decided to create an assignment to see how well you actually know your class mates. You will be writing a story, poem, or any piece of literature with the person sitting next to you that expresses how you feel about them or what you notice about your partner. This is due Friday next week and will be 60% of your grade, so I'm suggesting you work on this as much as possible. You will have this whole class period to get to talk to your partner. Begin."

How can I do this? I haven't talked to him in months and now I have to write about how much I lo- I mean about how I feel about him. Well this is going to be an awkward week.

"So, I guess we have to work together. Ummm... any ideas?" I heard his voice multiple times, but this time he was actually talking to me. I didn't realize how much I've missed hearing it until now.

"Oh yeah, I was thinking maybe a short story or poem you know. Maybe you could write some lines about me, and I'll do the same about you, then we'll combine them when done."

"Sure, sounds good." I turned away starting to begin my part when I heard his voice again. "How have you been Addison?"

I have no idea why, but when he said that I just snapped and all my emotions just flowed right out of my mouth. "Seriously, after all this time that's all you have to ask? How do you think I am? Huh? You know what don't answer. You probably don't care anyways." I got up leaving the class perfectly in time for the bell to ring. I stormed out, but felt a hand grab my wrist.

"Come on Addison. You know I care. I always have. Just let me ex-" I cut him off before he could finish.

"Explain what? Don't you think you had enough time to explain to me. I was finally getting used to life without you in it until I had to write this stupid poem. You don't get it do you. I still love you Zed, and I hate myself for that because no matter how much pain you put me through, I can't help but love you. I can't help but want to be in your arms every time I see you. Kiss you when I want or even call you for comfort when something goes wrong. So no Zed you can't explain. You're too late." I pulled my hand away as tears were flowing down my cheeks. I started walking the opposite direction. If I thought I finally did what was right by letting Zed know how I truly felt, then why did I feel like I was making a huge mistake.