I wake up in the morning, put on my navy blue shirt and my long black pants to wear for school. I place my hair into a pony tail because I am too lazy to do anything with it. It has already been over a month since I seen Josiah and he has tried so many times to call me, but I am just too afraid to answer, too afriad to hear more accusation, or to be cursed out by his mother. I just ceased all contact and thank goodness he has not been at school, but has been taking care of Sam at the hospital.
"Anamarie are you ready?" My mom yells from outside my room.
I open the door and head to the island in the kitchen, "Yeah. I just finished getting ready."
I see the breakfast in front of me and I just begin picking at it, noticing my mom in the corner of my eye staring at me. "I guess I am not that hungry." I try to be convincing and that definitely fails.
"Anamarie. I know what happened last month was crazy and I want you to understand that you are not at fault and no matter what they think, do not let that get the best of you." She comes to me, taking me into a long hug before kissing the top of my head.
" I won't." I assure her and kiss her on the cheek as I hear beeping outside."Must be James. I'll see you later mom." I lastly say before running out and getting into the car.
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When we get to school, I look around, hoping that I can see Josiah again, but also hoping that I don't see him. I had to go through weeks of trying to find reasons I should forgive him, but I think I am ready to hear what he has to say to me.
James leads the way to the cafeteria and instead of joining him, I tell him I want to go to the library to study for my test in Humanities tomorrow. He stays there looking at me for a second, not sure whether or not he should believe me, but he nods and as I am about to leave Diana comes.
"Hey cutie. She says and sloppily kisses James, which makes me want to throw up. She then turns her attention to me afterwards. "Hi, Anamarie."
"Hi." I say. "Sorry can't stay, I have to go. See you guys later." I quickly leave the scene.
Diana and I are not necessarily friends since the whole situation last year, but we do keep our conversations business like and never ever personal. From being around her, I notice that she can be a cool person once you get to know her.
I open the library and find a nice, secluded spot at the back of the library and take out my Humanities book and begin studying. Thirty minutes into studying, I feel something hit my back, then a paper ball is thrown right in front of me, landing on my book. Once again I was hit and I turn around slowly, with an annoyed look on my face.
Then I see him. Standing there with his greenish-bluish eyes. His manly broad shoulders, his nicely combed hair, and the best part are the dimples on both sides of his face.
"Hey Ana. How have you been?" Josiah says quietly.
At this moment, I forget how to speak, I forget how to breathe, I just feel as though I can't do anything. He just makes me vulnerable, unprotected, and afraid of what may happen next. He then steps closer and I snap back to reality.
"I've...I've been fine." I say, not staring into those seductive eyes. "I have to study, so can we continue this later?" I ask, not even waiting for him to accept and turn back to studying. He doesn't even allow me to continue, grabbing my book, placing it into my bag, putting it on his shoulders, and then grabbing my hands and guiding me out of the library to the family route of our secret room.
Once we get there, we both sit on the bed next to one another without saying anything to each other. I see him figeting besides me and he inhales and then exhales. "Anamarie, I know what I am about to say is nothing new, is constantly being said, but I sincerely mean it. I am sorry. What happened last month was just stupid. I should have protected you from my mom and never assumed it was your fault. I..."
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Teen FictionEveryone is usually excited to begin their first year of High School, However, Anamarie is not all too excited about her first year of High School, afraid that she will be made fun of by those who are upperclassman. Her perception suddenly changes...