Chapter 16 | Unforgettable

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I quickly made my way to my 4th hour...
My acting class- or drama- whatever the hell you want to call it...

More or less I do believe it is basically the same thing..

I was one of the first people to get to class. I dropped my bag against the wall like I usually do and before I could even tell him good morning he was walking towards me. Not sitting at his desk, looking down at papers like usual- no. He was walking up to me, but stopped about a yard in a half away from me- seemingly keeping his distance.

I held his eyes with an intense look and then dropped my chin, my eyes not having the emotional fuel to continue.

"How are you, miss l/n?" He asked, sounding casual and yet formal, and polite. There was barely the slightest bit of a 'serious-concerned' undertone to his voice that I could hardly notice.

"I'm fine.. just healing" I said mustering a small smile for him and pointing at my eye.

He nodded, seeming to be deep in thought. His face turned a bit more concerned, but it quickly went away As other students started to file in he spoke again.
"Yes... you will need a pencil today, we won't be rehearsing the play." He said directed to the whole class and slightly louder, turning away from me and gesturing to the board, which had just that- written in messy hand writing.

I felt somewhat at ease for a few sweet seconds. But It was completely shattered when Sarah walked through the door.

I felt my stomach clench into a small ball of burning anger and sadness.

She came in with leggings and a sweater like usual. Her dark brown almost black, hair was in a messy bun. She usually wore her contacts- but today atop the bridge of her nose sat dark blue glasses. Behind the glasses were glum eyes, looking down. Along with her head clearly wishing to avoid me. But overall and in general- she looked like she was having a tough day or didn't want to be here either.

I wanted to... but I couldn't find it in my heart to be even slightly sympathetic for her. I was still too upset with what she had done.

I looked away from her and sat down in a desk in the front. I didn't want to see everyone I just wanted to get through today, with my backs to everyone. I sat my backpack next to my desk and fidgeted with my pencil as I waited.

Mr.Spiner had been organizing papers on his desk, When he looked up his eyes met mine. Then he scanned the classroom. When his eyes stopped I knew he was examining Sarah.

She didn't look to good... he was just being a teacher, and being aware.

But then, his eyes fell on me. Then he looked back at Sarah once more before beginning the a class about accents, guessing from the papers he held in his hands.

That was when I knew, wheels were turning in his head about Sarah and I. I couldn't exactly remember if I had mentioned that the friend who betrayed me- or even if I said that much. But I definitely didn't say it had been Sarah.

This filled me with dread as I realizes something. Mr.Spiner probably isn't going to let this go.
He is probably going to try to put the puzzle pieces together so he can see the picture. But why. Why can't he just stop and forget about it all like I want? If he does this it might just make things worse...

My mind was in another place as Mr.Spiner passed papers out and then stood in front of the class and began talking. I felt like I was under water but I still was drinking. I let my eyes take him in. He was in a White t-shirt, jeans, and a jean jacket. And his round glasses that sat perectly on his nose. But also Not just his appearance, but his being. I didn't want him to ruin anything. I just decided I would have to hope for the best. And hope that he can just forget about it too.

But I frowned as I realized... I don't think he will be able to. I brought myself back to the surface as I began to try to pay attention in class.

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The bell rang.
I grabbed a folder in my backpack and put my papers in it. We practiced accents and how to say words in different languages properly. We were each given a monologue we would have to preform in a few days time in front of the class.

Just as I was about to pick up my backpack and hoist it onto my shoulders to leave...

"God damn it"

I heard Mr.Spiner say under his breath as a stack of papers spilled of his desk and to the ground. It was a big mess so I left my backpack and got on my knees next to him to help.

I started gathering a section of papers that had been spilled across the floor all in front of his desk.

"Oh thanks, but you can go to class" he said looking up at me.

I didn't move for a second. Then I opened my mouth and said,
"Its fine... I don't have to go far anyway."

I glanced up at him briefly to read his face. He looked like he was about to get upset and make me go to class. Then he sighed.

"So.. are you sure your doing okay?" He asked me, lowering his voice.

Just then he reached his hand out for more papers. His hand Brushing mine as he did so.

I got goosebumps and felt myself blush. Fuck.

I drew my hand back quickly before I could stop myself.
He glanced up at me and grinned a little which only made it worse.

This whole situation confused me a bit... had he done that on purpose??

Why did he smile at me like that when my face was clearly red because of him??

"Yeah...I mean. I guess I'm okay. Its just still been difficult. I really don't want to come to school but I have to. And- I still just want to forget about it all but its hard. I just-" I sighed, looking up at him.

He was the only person on earth besides Jeremiah and Sarah, the people who betrayed me. And Maddie, who saved me. But i
Have no way to contact her, who knew what really happened to me. I felt like he was the only person right now that I could talk to of I needed it.

"Well if you ever need to talk... I'm here" he said patting my shoulder.

I tried my best not to blush again.

"Alright" I said getting all the papers together and handing it to him.

I did sort of want to talk to him. But...how? It just felt so out of place. How would I start a conversation... what was I even supposed to do if I did want to talk to him. Would he even understand?

He sat him papers back on his desk in a safer spot and I grabbed my backpack and pulled it onto my shoulders.

"Bye y/n.. thanks." He called to me as I left the room. I pulled my head back a bit and called, "your welcome."


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Original:Nov(13.18)

Edited:(Jan(5.19)

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