Sticks and stoners

iAm stupid

like the title says, I am stupid. this is a filler chapter. filler. filler. filler. filler. filler. filler.

im only writing up this because I can see some people like my story so here goes nothing !

WARNING | EXTREMELY SHORT

please don't complain that this chapters to short and you need to get glasses.

should've gone to specsavers

SnowHolly out da building

We were finally in Atlanta and Zaire couldn't stop talking about his newfound hair color. It was meant to be a prank but he found it funny and actually liked it. He even went as far as saying that he dreamed about being a chameleon and was able to change colors wherever on his body he wanted, like someone had granted his wish. That was not the reaction we were hoping.

   Jeez, this boy is so goofy, it sometimes kills me and rebounds in my face. Why am I friends with a giddy person? Honestly, he was so different but somehow deep inside of me, I liked him like that. Not that I was willing, or ready, to admit that to them. But oh wait, I don't have to. I'm not talking to them.

    He explained the tattoos on his face to be a wonder that he had forgotten how to do it when the teachers asked him to show them. Of course they didn't believe him, that was their job, but let him off with a warning as he rarely gets into trouble.

   I could see that Maiya and Leedya were silently fuming when Zaire took credit for their mischevious work.

    He had probably figured it out that it was them because he kept throwing suggestive glances in our direction.

   I was already angry and I had not even spent a full hour here. And it was all his fault. Walking up to Zaire, I reached out with one hand to grab his hair, forcefully making his eyes level with me. With his posture like this, he reminded me of.... What was his name...   Oh yeah, Kian Lawley (BTW check him out with his blue hair. he looks bufffffff ). I had caught his attention so I hissed up at his face.

"Why the heck are you so goofy all the time? Its not you! Jeez, its like you're hiding something and you don't want us to know so you pretend to be happy. Well continue that façade because I don't believe you one iota."

His face contorted with emotion as he listened to my words hitting each nail on the head, happiness and joy long gone from his emotions.

"Stop thinking that you're above us all and get down to your own level. If you can't be yourself around me, don't stand, hang or bang around me. I don't want to have to deal with brokenness."

   Whilst I was speaking, the whole class had gone quiet and had watched our encounter. Zaire's eyes had lost its usual warm glow which I had grown accustomed to and it was replaced with a glacial Arctic glare. He did not fight but I could tell his raging emotions while he tried to keep his mind in check. I had just blurted that out to get it out of the air, not to insult him. But knowing the situation with the man, he seemed more vulnerable to insults from me. I realized that I was the only one who threw him insults, not knowing how badly he was hurting.

   I used my other hand to reach for his cheek since my other hand was still in his hair when one of his hands roughly stopped it making its destination. He yanked my hand out of his hand and dropped them in disgust, like he couldn't touch me anymore. I knew how it felt to be rejected by the one you love so I knew how this felt. I was closer to him than the group and I was the one with the sole power to actually hurt him. And I did, not knowing the consequences.

   He turned around and started walking painfully slow away from me, like he couldn't even bear to be in the same room as me.

   Something tugged at my heart and I knew I was broken. I just hurt my best friend and love in more ways than one.

    Yes, I love him but he makes it so hard to hate him so I do the opposite. But after my speech, its like he took out his half of my heart, shredded it and threw it back at me like wedding confetti.

   I slid to the floor, crying on my knees. Why had I broken down the way I had? Did it all happen just because one boy decided to walk out on my life?

the ending nearly made me cry, I was in a hurry to finish that part. but you'll get what and why she said it in the book. as you know, its honaes story and she will be talking throughout the whole book, when it doesn't say Zaire's POV at the top of the chapter. if this part goes past 25 reads, I might cry and cry and write Zaire's POV part two of what happened in the Belvedere house and what relevance it was to honae's speech.

SnowHolly out da building

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