Pieces of Time

Chapter Six

Luna Finley's P.O.V

I still have been avoiding Noah. It's been a couple of days and he tried to talk to me mutiple times, but being the kind of coward and stubborn person that I am, I would either run away or just pretend I didn't hear him.

I feel so bad though. He didn't do anything wrong to me and I'm just being a horrible person by pushing him away. I hope he doesn't hate me for it.

I put my notebook and pen into my bag as the bell rang signaling that class was over. I grabbed my history textbook and walked out of the classroom. I weaved through the sea of teenagers to get to my locker. I opened my locker and set down the slightly heavy textbook on the shelf I had put in my locker in the beginning of the year.

"Luna!" I heard behind me. I instantly knew who voice that belonged to is. I slowly turned around and faced Noah. Why now? He would should be embarrassed to talk to me in school; everyone else is.

I grabbed the book I needed for my next class and closed my locker. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow urging him to talk.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He asked and walked closer to me.

"I haven't"

"Yes, yes you have. Are you okay? I didn't do anything wrong right?"

"No." I said and began to walk towards my class. Noah walked right by my side.

"Then what's the problem?" The tone of his voice clearly showed that he was irritated with me.

"Nothing." I said.

I felt him grab my wrist and pull me into the janitor's closet. He closed the door and turned on the light.

"Don't do this, Luna." He said and ran a hand through his hair evidently frustrated.

"I'm not doing anything!" I nearly yelled.

"You always push people away! You are never honest with anyone and that makes me so frustrated because I just want to help you through whatever you're going through right now."

"I'm not some charity case, Noah!"

He looked at me confused. "What?"

"You heard me." I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What are you talking about?"

"Like you don't know." I mumbled.

"I really don't know, Luna. Tell me."

"You are just trying to 'help me' because all I am to you is just some charity case, and if you think that you can just fix me to make yourself look better, you better think again. I'm not some broken toy you can fix, okay! I don't need your help and I don't need anyone else's help."

Noah didn't reply for a while. Probably because he knows it's true. He knows it, I know it, and everyone knows it.

"Who said that to you?" He asked astonished.

"It doesn't matter." I whispered.

"It's not true, okay? I'm trying to help you because I've seen this happen to someone, and I really don't want to see you end up like them." He said and sat down and a bucket. "I care about you, I really do."

I looked at him skeptically.

"You don't believe me?"

"I don't know what to believe anymore."

Noah suddenly shot up and took a shaky breath. "God, you're so infurriating!" He yelled. "Just this one time trust me. I'm not lying to you. I haven't lied to you once since I met you."