Outcast ✔️

Chapter 18

Hey! It's Jace. I hope you don't mind. I got your number from Nathan.

I looked at my phone screen, staring at the new messages from none other than Jace.

I couldn't believe Nathan; he gave him my number.

I opened the message staring at it longer than I intended to. I contemplated whether I should answer or leave it because I honestly didn't know what to say.

If by a slim chance whatever Nathan said was true, then it would be weird if I texted him at all.

"Who are you texting?" Sarah asked, leaning a little forward to look at my screen. I immediately turned it off, not wanting her to see and start asking questions.

"It's no one," I said.

We were currently having lunch in the cafeteria of our school.

"Hey, I meant to let you know sooner, but I invited my friend from work, Nathan, to hang out with us Sunday. I hope you're okay with that," I told her to remember that I had invited Nathan to come along.

"Of course, I don't mind at all," she announced with a sweet smile. I nodded my head and continued to devour my lunch.

"Don't be surprised. Nathan is a bit wild," I wanted to tell her a bit about Nathan to prepare her.

Sarah was quiet and shy, just like me. Being a friend with someone like Nathan is something I'm not used to, especially when he speaks a lot. But it was one of the best things about him.

"But He's a lot of fun,"

"Really? Then I'm sure we would get along," she tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It would be nice to meet a guy that treats me like a human being and not a worthless piece of trash," her gaze was locked on someone behind me. I turned to look behind my shoulder to find Luke glaring at her.

"Did he say that to you?" I asked her. She nodded her head. "I don't understand why he hates me so much I never did anything to him," she said.

"Trust me, I know exactly what you mean, and frankly, I don't know either," I turned my head around once again to look at their table to find Liam saying something to Luke as they both stared at us.

"It's best if we just ignore them," I said, looking back at Sarah.

"Ya, but it's honestly hard sometimes,"

"I know,"

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I finished up the last few sentences of a short story I was working on for a contest I saw online. I thought it would be a great opportunity and to finally write something that isn't about Noah.

The contest required us to write a fantasy piece, which was my favourite genre.

Ever since Noah died, I found myself only wanting to write about him, and as I continue to write about him, I couldn't control myself and end up sobbing all over again and never end up finishing what I was writing.

Noah never really thought writing would be an excellent opportunity for me. He believed it was a risky career choice. He supported me but didn't know if it would work out in the long run. But that never stopped me from writing.

I saved the draft and closed my computer when suddenly there was a knock at my door.

Both my parents were at work as per usual. So I wondered who would be at the door.

I made my way down the stairs and unlocked the door halfway before someone pushed me back and barged inside my home like they owned the place.

"Liam! What are you doing here?" I asked, not expecting him to show up here at all. "Leave!" I yelled, pointing at the door.