The Difference

The Worst Day of My Life

Sorry this is kind of a filler chapter until I get real inspiration, I had the idea for the ending but I didn't know how to work up to it, so here it is...

I sighed and sank into my seat, pulling my beanie over my eyes, dropping my face into my hands, I didn't want to deal with anything anymore. I was too tired, so so tired. I didn't want to deal with Veronica and being a phony girlfriend, I didn't want to deal with Delilah switching schools to be near me, trying to make me love her and I didn't want to deal with my feelings about Cheryl. I couldn't, I mean if I tried to fix all of these things I would just end up exhausting myself and being even more tired, I wouldn't accomplish anything. So I thought I could just pretend everything was okay, I thought I would be able to pretend that maybe, just maybe, I'm in love with Veronica and my feelings about Cheryl is just something my mind is making up to make me run away, to support my commitment issues. I was trying to fall asleep in history until I heard footsteps, footsteps walking towards my desk. I hesitantly lifted my head, saw the pair of shoes, red. My eyes drifted upwards and there, was the girl I was denying my feelings for. It was easier to deny them when she wasn't standing right in front of me looking like an angel sent from heaven on an errand that she didn't want to do. I swallowed before speaking, knowing that my voice would be sleepy like if I didn't. 

"Can I help you?" I tried to come off as snarky but it fell flat.

"Actually since I don't want to do this entire project alone, not that working with you is better, but yeah I would need your help for this partner project." She sat down at the desk next to me, my mind went blank.

"Come again?" I looked at her questioningly.

"I'd really rather not talk to you again." She side eyed me. Well, this was going smoothly.

Ms Edery walked up, with a fake smile plastered on to her face, seeing the two loners in the class partnered up. "So, are you two partners?" My cheeks heated, they shouldn't have but they did. Cheryl didn't even flinch.

"We are partners for the project, nothing more." Her last words were aimed towards me, with a smile that made me want to curl up into a ball and die. 

"Okay," Ms. Edery paused, "Well. That's great for you two." She acted almost as if she wanted to get out of our orbit because she couldn't stand it anymore. For the rest of class, Cheryl ordered me around and told me what to research, other than that we didn't talk much. Until she opened up, just a little.

"I saw you were um," She swallowed the words that were about to escape as she glanced at me. She cleared her throat and continued, "I saw you were talking to that girl. The one who held a gun to my head."

I raised my eyebrows at her, and looked at her from the side of my eye, slowly turning my head, giving her my full attention. I held my head in my hand, "And...?" I prompted her.

"Nothing. Never mind. We shouldn't be talking, just get back to work." What ever she was about to ask me vanished from her mind, she seemed embarrassed afterwards and rushed off to her next class the second class was over.

I walked out of class and saw Veronica down the hall, I sighed. She was talking to Archie, looking at him in a way she's never looked at me. I just wanted to bang my head into a wall. 

Delilah, walked up to me, with all the confidence of a peacock, and stood in front of me smirking. I was not in the mood at all, I just wanted to sleep, or just listen to music and paint mindlessly.

"What do you want?" I asked with all the energy I felt.

She leaned closer to me, I glanced at my girlfriend from the corner of my eye. Veronica had glanced at us and then returned her attention to Archie, not caring if it looked as if Delilah was about to kiss me. She turned her face so that her mouth was next to my ear, her hair smelled like cherry blossoms. It made my stomach ache, smelling that scent. "I think Cheryl likes me. She seems to like me a lot actually." She smirked at me again, knowing something I didn't.

"And why do you think that? What did you kiss her or something?" In my heart I didn't want to know the answer, my heart just felt like an anvil in my chest, weighing me down.

"Oh, dear sweet innocent TT." She paused, always for the dramatics, leaned in to whisper in my ear once more. "I didn't just kiss her."