Crystal (Magcon Boys)

Chapter Fourteen.

"Those were his exact words?" Jenna asks me, sitting on my desk.

"Yep. That's what he said. Actually, it was pretty much all he said." I confirmed.

She just stood there quietly, looking at me with no particular expression.

"Stay away from Nash Grier? That's what he said?" She asks me again.

I roll my eyes and smash the palm of my hand against the table. "Yes! Jenna that's what he said. I don't know why! I- I don't even know what the hell it means but he said it. He said that and left. He left me standing there completely speechless and confused and just so angry!" I speak up, feeling the blood rising on my face and a lump on my throat being formed.

I cover my face with both my hands and take a deep breath to calm myself, thinking that if I went any further I would probably freak out.

"You know what the worst part is?" I uncover my face again to glance at her. She was looking at me with sympathy so I just took it as if she wanted to know.

"The worst part is there were so many things I wanted to tell him. So much I needed to let out and I don't know, maybe there is a part of me who wanted him to say things to me as well. Maybe I wanted him to tell me that he missed me, or even that he is doing okay. I don't care, I wanted him to say anything! Good or bad, anything. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted him to at least pretend that what we had meant something for him even if not much. Instead, he just said that stupid thing and left. That's it. He left me like if I were nothing." By now, there were a couple of tears that had managed to escape my eyes but I didn't really mind. I needed this.

"Sweetie, don't allow yourself to suffer for him. We all want different things, I know you wanted him to open up to you but you know what? You broke up with him for a reason. You guys weren't meant to be, you didin't match each other. You, Crystal, are a sweet, kind, good girl who is looking for a sweet, kind, good guy and the fact is, for more that it sucks to admit it, Steve just isin't it." She tells me calmly and carefully, as if she were afraid that her words would hurt me in anyway.

The truth is, she knew that even if she spoke it as softly as she did, her words were harsh. It was harsh and hurtful, however it's the truth. Maybe that's why it's so hurtful.

She's right, I can't expect too much from him anymore. Even if what I expected was a simple "I've been doing great!", or a "It's been sucking for me."

God only knows how much I hoped for a "I miss you." But I'm not going to let it get to me anymore. No, I won't.

I let out of a sigh and clean my humid cheeks while nodding my head. "You're right." I admit.

A big smile grows on her face. "I know I am. Now, stop with the crying and start the talking. How's Jack?" She asks wiggling her eyebrows.

I smirk. I knew she was going to ask me that. "He-".

Just as I'm about to tell her the teacher walks in, we both turn to him as Jenna jumps out of my desk.

"Good morning, class." He says loudly, getting the whole class' attention. Whoever was talking became silent and everyone went to their seats.

"You'll tell me later." She whispers from behind me. I shake my head as I watch Mr. Bolton placing his case on the desk and turning over to us.

"Well, let's start?" He asks.

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"That's all for today, class. Thank you." Mr. Bolton says to us, wrapping it up. Soon enough, everyone started talking again as they got up and left.