Weight

Part Seventeen

I didn't know how to handle myself. Every fiber of my being wanted to be fuming at him, to yell and scream and be angry. Somehow, I did none of those things.

I didn't march to his door and bang on it until he had no option except throw open the door and speak to me. I didn't yell and scream about his inconsiderateness.

All I did was eat a few more cookies, eventually wrapping them up and going to bed.

Because I didn't know what to do either.

I laid in bed thinking about it for as long as my mind would allow me. At some point, it drifted off into a dream and I was finally asleep.

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My alarm went off all too soon.

I dragged myself out of bed and prepared myself for the day, both mentally and physically. The night before, Nate and I both avoided our issues and chose to take on more night without another loaded problem. Waking up in the morning, I realized we needed to talk. I knew he'd feel the same.

I got ready for school sluggishly, and when I finally made my way downstairs Nate was standing at the counter, placing a sandwich and an apple into his bag. I peered at the counter, realizing there was no lunch for me. I didn't expect him to make my lunch for me, but it was a routine neither of us had ever broken. We shared; we gave; we did for each other.

"Hey," I hummed, ignoring the odd behavior Nate displayed. Nate grunted in response, which itched my nerves but I chose to ignore it and put a pleasant smile on my face. "So, we should probably talk," I said.

"About what?"

"About last night?" I offered, my voice a question.

"What about last night?" Nate asked gruffly. He still hadn't even looked up at me.

"I tried talking to you about what we're gonna do, and you stormed off," I reminded him, although I highly doubted he needed the reminder. As Nate continued to ignore, my blood boiled. He had no right to ignore me like this.

"Are you just not gonna talk to me?"

"Yep." He zipped up his backpack and moved to throw it over his shoulder.

Slamming my hand down on the island in front of him, I demanded, "Talk to me." Nate finally looked at me and the emotion in his eyes was unreadable. I couldn't distinguish between indifference, irritation, or regret.

"People are getting suspicious, Nate. I honestly don't give two fucks what we tell people, but we need to decide. If you're going to be an uncommunicative asshole, I am going to decide on my own."

I left the house, no lunch and no Nate trailing behind me.

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This part is so short, it's not even a real chapter. I apologize for this. I also apologize for the fact that I haven't posted in a very long time (I've been traveling and haven't had a lot of down time to write). Finally, I apologize for the fact that Nate is being so difficult. I feel like my characters are fighting in every chapter. I'm hoping that ends soon ;) As always, thanks so much for reading and always returning to this story. So much appreciation for all of you.