He was an enigma,
and she wasn't.
He had many secrets,
and she had one.
He was a protector,
and she needed protection.
He had strong shoulders,
and she needed one to cry on.
He was alive,
and she was empty inside.
But he gave her that rush of adre...
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E I G H T
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Six days, exactly.
The sad part is, I've seen him everyday.
I haven't uttered a word to him, other than the time I said hello, and he awkwardly waved at me with an uneasy smile painted on his gorgeous face.
That's when I knew.
He was over me—of course he was. I expected it, I really did. Although, I couldn't help but feel this burning in my chest, a mixture of sadness and embarrassment bubbling up. It was my fault. It really was. I had gotten my hopes up.
—and what goes up, must always come down.
Everyday gradually becomes harder. It sounds dramatic, I know. It just hurts to know that the only genuine person in your life is embarrassed to be around you. I only knew him for a small amount of time, but it felt like forever.
His eyes used to light up every time he saw me, and now, I can't even glance at them. He diverts his attention strictly to the ground when he sees me coming near him.
And for some reason, it makes me really fucking upset.
So now, here I am, sitting in math class—all the way back at square one. People began to develop their strong hatred towards me again, because Justin wasn't around to be my personal bodyguard.
I looked up at the board and in my peripheral vision, I saw Justin, sitting two rows ahead of me. His body was tense and his eyes were staring blankly at the empty board, hopelessly trying to find something to do so he wouldn't have to interact with me.
Frowning, I took out my notebook and began to scribble. I started shading the entire page, trying to soothe the anxiety that was raging within me. I scribbled harder and harder, making myself look like a mad woman. A few people looked back at me as if I was crazy—and I'm starting to think that I am. I pressed down, scribbling even harder and the tip broke off of the pencil and rolled off of the desk. I sat my pencil down abruptly, stood up and began to walk out of class.
I paused when I heard a few snickers and whispers, but I kept walking. The teacher's mouth was agape, but he didn't say anything because he didn't want me in his class. He's the teacher that students claim I have sex with, so I don't blame him.
I kept walking and paused again because Bianca was mumbling incoherent words under her breath. I looked at her for a second, and she popped up, looking at me with a devilish smirk.
"The walking STD is finally leaving," she cheered, causing the class to erupt with laughter. I paused for a moment and looked around the room. My eyes met with Justin's for a split second, and a surge of butterflies pummeled into my gut. He looked down immediately, avoiding my intense gaze. His mouth was frozen into an everlasting frown and he sat there, fiddling with his pencil.
