Letting Go

Chapter Two

Here's chappie twoo. Sorry it came out late, in NY right now and didn't have a chance to type. Its half past 12 p.m now and i didn't even start typing the story. Oh jeez. I should really start shouldn't I? BTW: ima start writing in perspectives. Soo yeah. Enjoyyyyy.

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~Delaney~

Landon was kissing Talia. How did this happen? WHEN did this happen? I was only gone for three years! That wasn't much, right?

The things Landon was saying to her was like a punch right in my gut. He was supposed to say those things to me, nobody else, let alone Talia.

I couldn't grasp the fact on how all this happened. Landon hated Talia. Whenever she picked on me, he always told her off, calling her an emotionless snob. Talia thought Landon was a loser for hanging out with me.

But now that I think of it, they both hated each other because of me. Landon hated Talia because she picked on me. Talia hated Landon because he was friends with me.

Maybe when I was gone they didn't have a reason to hate each other anymore.

But after all we,ve been through, I just couldn't understand how Landon could fall for her.

Talia must've seen me staring at them because she shot me her piercing and unfortunately familiar glare.

"Do you mind?" she snapped. Landon was too busy snuggling with her, he didn't even turn my way. I didn't know what to do.

"Sorry." That was all I could choke out because my throat grew tight and my eyes began to blur.

I turned away from them and began to walk towards the school again, like I was someone doing something wrong at the wrong time.

But I wasn't, and that was the reason why I ran.

I reached the inside of the school running and tearing like a maniac. My vision was still bleary from the forming tears but I could tell that the halls were still empty. Thank god.

I ran again, looking for the nearest bathroom, or anyplace that kept me away from Landon and-

Boom. Someone bumped into me. Hard. Papers were flying everywhere, as my head pounded against my skull.

"Hey!" someone said. "Watch where your going!"

"I'm sorry." I said in between sniffles. I bent down and started to collect the papers that fell.

 

I looked up at the person. It was a guy my age, probably a student going here. He had mossy green eyes and brown hair. He would've been cute, if he wasn't wearing that stern look on his face.He bent down to collect the papers too.

" It's people like you who make this place a living-" he stole a glimpse at me, but then looked back, this time staring. " Wait... are you... crying?"

" No!" I refused to show vulnerability.

"Yes you are!" he inhaled frustratingly. " Look, I'm sorry. Your weak, I get it. But for the record, I didn't bump into you that hard."

" No! It's not you. It's just," Should I tell him?

"It's just... what?" he said.

"I'm just having a pretty hellish day, okay?!" I didn't mean it to come out that harsh, but it did. He looked at me with his mouth agape. Then he smirked.

"Calm down. I was just -" I stopped him with a don't-you-dare-finish-your-sentence glare. He seemed to have read it perfectly because he closed his mouth, took his papers, and started walking away nonchalantly with all of his books under one of his arms.