HE'S BACK (Discontinued)

Chapter 5

I enter the hallway smashing my feet against the floor to somehow release the anger filling up inside me. I walk down the hall pacing up and down and running my hand through my hair while replaying the situation inside my head.

I'm not going to say that I regret pressing Spencer to tell us what was wrong, because I don't, but I do feel bad for making him explode and possibly more angry than he originally was. I just feel hurt at the fact that he doesn't want to tell me and I can't understand why it's so difficult for him to open up, I want to help him and take his worries away, but in the process I just made myself angry.

I stop my pacing feeling short of breath from the amount of walking I did in the long hall. I can't face Spencer now, I'm way to angry and I might just say something on impulse when I see his face. With this I make a decision to get my books from my locker and head to class early. I have english after this which means I won't have to see Spencer, but unfortunately I'll have to explain to Andy why I didn't just stay and talk it out.

I approach my locker and put in the code, taking out my english books when I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I disregard them as I don't feel like interacting with anyone right now. To my dismay this person doesn't get the idea as I feel a tap against my shoulder. Conveniently my locker door covers my face making it unable for the person to see me roll my eyes.

"What?" I snap. Not being in the mood to turn around, I fiddle inside my locker acting like I'm looking for something important.

"I'm not even here for ten minutes and this school is already giving me crap." The voice is deep and smooth and I identify it as being a male's voice, sounding oddly familiar. The feeling of nostalgia hits me when his scent of vanilla mixed with mint enters my nose. Confused by my bodies reaction I turn around and feel the wind being knocked out of my lungs.

No.

All I see are his emerald green eyes and my blood runs cold. I couldn't breathe. I felt like someone was squeezing my heart with all their power not wanting to let go, and the worst part was that I couldn't do anything about it. There were so many things I wanted to say and nothing come out.

I couldn't move as I looked at him, my body making it impossible to even blink. I force my eyes to move away from his and they make their way to his hair, which has now grown up to his ears only highlighting those brown curls.

I move down to his neck and see a tattoo poking out of his black t-shirt but I don't linger on it and follow the shirt to his right arm to only see another tattoo, that wasn't there before, coming out of his sleeve running down his arm to his fingertips.

I didn't get the chance to see what the tattoo actually was as my thoughts were interrupted by him clearing his throat and forcing me once again to look at those green-green eyes.

"I mean, I know I've changed, but damn I didn't think I'd have this affect on you Jebbie."

And just like that, another squeeze to the heart and a throbbing pain forms, slowly pounding against my chest increasing in pressure the longer I stand still.

No.

He can't call me that anymore. He isn't allowed to call me that anymore. He lost that privilege a long time ago. Slowly but surely a nauseous feeling started forming in my stomach and I was almost positive I was going to throw up, but I had to keep it together. I had to show him he was wrong and that I was unfazed and unbothered by his presence but his closeness did the opposite, intoxicating me with his scent making me feel nervous and uneasy.

"You've been staring at me for quite a while now Jebbie and I don't know how long you can go without blinking." That's all it took. Just hearing him say it again made me want to break down as I crumble bit by bit, it was suffocating and I felt like I could just as well die from the overwhelming pain smashing dangerously against my heart.