wednesday.
the day i found myself blindly walking through the halls trying to find the bright boy who seemed to have changed the whole way my brain was wired. id tried to text him all night but i was repeatedly left on read and i didnt know why.
i was trying to make my way through the crowds of people when i noticed the skinny figure leaning against a wall on his phone, a white hoodie hanging off his frame paired with dark black jeans. i walked up to him and grabbed his arm, pulling his attention to me, he looked up at me with a sad, worried expression on his face, i realised his phone screen displayed the multiple messages he had received from me, thou as he realised i was looking he hid his phone in his back pocket out of my sight. 'ry, why have you been ignoring me?' my voice was a high and annoyed tone, the bell rung just after i finished my sentence and i looked around quickly to see everyone around us emptying the corridors. i felt ryland try to pull away but i gripped his arm tighter as i spun back around to look him in the eye. 's-shane please i need to go t-to my lesson' he stuttured while looking down at his feet 'ryland what happened to your sarcastic , bitchy attitude from yesterday that wanted to skip your second day? you can make a stupid excuse about being lost or shit just tell me why you wont talk to me' i addressed , he was silent and i slightly put my thumb under his chin, lifting his head up so he looked into my eyes; and i noticed his glossy eyes and watched as a small tear fell down his cheek. i gasped silently as i saw this and loosened my grip on his arm, he looked at me with pleading eyes and i let go of him completely , but he stayed pushed against the wall, i stepped back and watched as he relaxed slightly and wiped the tear away , 'meet me at the gate after school' i insisted and he nodded shyly before leaving and running to his lesson.
i was so stupid for thinking he would actually show up, i watched as he got in a car with this random guy and they drove off. i cursed under my breath the whole time while making my way back home, composing a text to send to him.
:ryland, i dont know whats wrong or why youre ignoring me, i didnt know id done anything so i dont understand why youre mad at me. just text me back.
*read 3:32pm*
it was 4am when he decided to text me back
:just stay away.
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fEeLiNgS..{shyland - amberlessthen3
أدب الهواة-shane might look like a normal teenager. but he dosnt feel anything except for sadness 'how is this person making me feel like this'
