Not Prince Charming (Completed)

9 - sorry

“You pick me up and then I fall apart cause I’m only human.”
~Christina Perri (human)

2 weeks later.

“Are you sure everything is okay?” Mr Joe asks as he stares at me with a great deal of concern written all over his face.

I have missed a total number of seven of his classes in the last three weeks and I’d be worried about myself if I was him too, since I was not known for being the type that misses any class before.

It was not something I was proud of; I wasn’t happy about it and if anything I wanted to top my game again and be as good as I used to be, but there are things you can never have even if you wish for them.

Most of my time is spent with Noah and trying to heal from whatever assault Noah inflicts on my body and only on a few occasions have I not had such cases.

I flash him a brave smile before answering, “Yeah, everything is okay. Just a few personal crises.”

It isn’t a lie. What I’m going through falls under personal crises and everything is okay, or at least I try to think it is. Six months feels like forever, especially when it is with a devil, but I’ve got to believe it would come speedily.

He stares at me for a while, and I try to keep my look as convincing as possible.

He gives me a small, understanding nod. “You’ve got so many potentials, Ms Good, I’d hate to see that waste away.”

On my way out of sociology class, I can’t help thinking of what Mr Joe had said to me earlier. He was right, and I was falling back and I knew it, but there was nothing I could do to change it so I just keep on keeping on.

I spot Hadid sitting on the balcony, probably waiting for me, and when he sees me coming, he gets up.

“Hey,” he says, as we walk together.

Hadid, who I’d expected his return two weeks ago, only came four days ago. We couldn’t talk after the day he told me about the contract and although I tried to keep in touch with him by calling, he never picked up and I worried a lot, maybe a little more than I should have.

Although he came back four days ago, I was not aware of his return until two days ago and his reason is still unknown to me. I felt hurt and betrayed, I still do, but a part of me believes that there was a genuine reason and that maybe he needed space and so I try not to think too much about it and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.

I am moving on and I had a lot on my plate to worry myself about someone who wasn’t ready to talk or open up to me.

“Hey, why were you waiting for me?” I ask curiously as I keep my eyes fixed on the ground.

“I have always waited for you,” he slowly points out as he continues to follow me.

“Not since you came back from Egypt you haven’t,” my tone is acidic and I know he feels it too.

I wondered why he didn’t tell me he was back. Was he tired from the trip or tired of me? Maybe he hated how things had gotten in his absence. I imagined the very worse in the lowest of points with my thoughts. I thought he didn’t want to be associated with a whore like me anymore. In summary, I thought deeply and darkly and it makes it so much hard to stand and act like I didn’t when in fact I did.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles quietly.

He knows how much I hate him apologizing, especially if I don’t want him to and so, “I don’t need your apology.” I say through gritted teeth, my cheeks burning up angrily.