Perfectly right

7 days

I went home the following day and headed for my room, it felt nice to be alone for a while, I still couldn't get over Andrews face from the day before. I don't know why it had bothered me so much. I think I'm getting too close to him and Alex already.

I was thinking when I heard my father sniffing outside my door.

"Dad?" I asked and he walked in. His nose was red, eyes puffy, he'd obviously been crying and my father never cried. He walked in and sat down on my bed without saying a word. "What's going on?"

"It's your mom Ayda." He tensed.

~~two weeks later~~

I hadn't talked to Lexie, or Andrew, or Alex since the day I went home. I spent my time in class copying notes and having my headphones in to block out their never ending attempts to get me to open up.

They knew something was wrong, my eyes were dark and baggy, I wasn't smiling, joking, laughing, or talking.

I was walking into school, and I wasn't paying attention to where I had walked, and then of course it happened.

I walked straight into someone, and of course it couldn't be someone I knew. It was one of the popular kids, Clarke. If he wasn't such a jackass sometimes he may have been alright actually. He was built like a football player, and I looked like a child compared to him.

I dropped my phone and reached to pick it up, but he grabbed it before I had and was holding it above him.

"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered quietly.

"Want this back?" He teased and swung it in the air.

"Please." I looked down.

"I need something in return," he said and I shrugged, "look at me." I looked up and all my face showed was embarrassment.

"What do you want?" I said probably a little too rude.

"I'd be nicer if I was you, I mean I do have your phone." He shrugged.

"I'm not in the fucking mood." I was getting frustrated.

"Oh so it swears?" He chuckled and I noticed he was holding my phone by his waist, I took the opportunity to grab it and run off, he followed after me, so I did the only thing I could without him catching me. I hid in the girls bathroom.

"I can wait all day." I heard him outside the door. I put my phone in my bag and walked out.

"Seriously, what do you want?" I avoided looking into his eyes.

"What is your problem?" He asked caught off guard by my rudeness.

"I told you, I'm not in the mood for this." It wasn't a lie, I had been upset, hurt, tired, and on the verge of another breakdown.

"I-" I cut him off quickly.

"Goodbye Clarke." I walked off and it took him a minute to walk off, which was enough time to get to my class. I sat my stuff down and went about my normal day until I got called up to my guidance counselor.

"Ayda Miller?" The counselor asked me and I nodded. "Please, close the door and sit." I closed the door.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked nervously.

"No not at all," I sighed in relief. "Your friends are worried about you, they say you stopped talking one day, they commented on your dark eyes and you haven't been eating lunch. Is everything okay?" I nodded.

"I just have something personal going on at home right now and I can't talk about it, or well I've heard it's not a good idea to." I gave a sheepish smile.

"Okay, well I do have to let your parents know about the concern of your friends." She said typing on the computer.

"My parent." I corrected.

"Pardon?" She looked at me.

"My father, I don't have a real mother." I grabbed my bag and walked out. "Have a nice day." I gave her a small smile and walked out of the guidance office.

I walked to my next class and got a text from the unknown number.

"I don't know why I can't get you out of my mind."

"Who is this? Do I even know you?" I replied.

"Hopefully you will soon." I closed my phone and rested my head on my arms, why couldn't today have been a normal day?

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Longer chapter due to my lack of updates, also I'm in a writing mood today :)

Hopefully this one makes you want to read the next, lots of things unanswered.

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