Afraid

Chapter 22

It has been a week.

It's been a week of feeling sick, barely talking, barely eating and barely concentrating.

I still didn't understand. What did I do to deserve this?

Tyde had rang me a few times, but I would always decline it. I didn't want to hear what he had to say.

I scrolled through Facebook on my phone and rolled my eyes as I saw a ridiculous amount of selfies taken by people from school. My generation really didn't make sense to me. All we do is take selfies and party.

I turned my phone off and walked to the kitchen to turn the kettle on, so I could make some hot tea for my sore stomach.

Lately when Luke would ask if I was feeling any better I would just say I had the flu, but that was a lie and I knew exactly why I felt sick to the pit of my stomach.

About fifteen minutes later when I finished my tea, I got ready for school. Luke was still asleep and I didn't want to wake him.

So I left.

When I got to school I went straight to my locker as usual.

Aiden hasn't talked to me all week. Every time I saw him I would try to talk to him but he just didn't want to listen.

I know how wrong it was of me to lie to him but he doesn't know what i'm going through and that he is making this harder.

I regretted going to that party. If I hadn't gone I wouldn't have the guy that I have a crush on hate me, and I wouldn't have lost my fricken virginity.

"Leah," Natasha snapped me out of my thoughts, waving her hand in front of my face.

I hadn't even noticed she was standing in front of me.

"Sorry. What?"

"Are you feeling any better?" She tried to hide her smile.

"Nope. Why are you so happy? Is it Ryder?" I changed the subject.

"Actually yes," she jumped in excitement.

"Okay, guess what?" She jumped.

I didn't even say 'what?' I just looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Ryder asked me out," she squealed.

"What?" I gasped.

I was going to say 'isn't it a little too soon?' But kept it to myself.

"Yeah," she laughed.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I told him I would think about it, but I'm obviously going to say yes," she jumped once again.

"Aw I'm happy for you," I said and hugged her. It was true, I was happy for her but this made me even more upset because while my best friend had a boyfriend, I was miserable.

The bell went and I told Natasha I would meet her in homeroom while I grabbed my books out of my locker.

Tears started to prick my eyes and I slammed my locker shut, mad at how I couldn't even go a day without being upset.

When I turned around from slamming my locker door shut I saw Aiden.

Of course we are the only ones in the hallway, of course it's perfect timing. What the hell is this, some movie?

I didn't care if he didn't want to talk to me, I needed to talk to him and I had a feeling, us being the only two in the hallway was a sign that I had to talk to him.

"Aiden," I went over to him.

He didn't even acknowledge me.

"Aiden please," I begged.

He finally turned to me.

"I'm sorry and I know it was wrong but-" I began but he cut me off.

"You should have told me the truth," he said, his voice cold.

"I know," I looked at the ground.

"Whatever," he mumbled and walked off.

I stood there almost in tears.

*****

After lunch, I walked to the girls bathroom to reapply my makeup because I have been looking like shit lately and I should look at least decent.

When I entered the bathroom the bell went meaning everyone was in class, so I was left alone in the bathroom, just how I liked it.

I got my mascara out of my bag and brought it to my eye to reapply it. I had cried a little today and my mascara had washed away so I definitely needed to reapply it.

I brought the mascara up to my eye and I gently started to reapply it until I saw someone from the corner of my eye run into the bathroom with their hand over their mouth and run into a stall.

From what I could hear coming from the stall, the person started vomiting.

Gross.

Wanting to see what was going on, I turned my head, forgetting that my mascara was still lifted near my eyes, the mascara smudging across just under my eye.

"Shit," I dropped the mascara into the sink while grabbing some tissue to wipe it off.

Once the black ink was off my face, I went to see who was in the stall.

It was a girl around my age, vomiting into a toilet bowl, her brown hair back into a messy bun.

Florence.

The person who was vomiting was Florence.

I hesitated to help her. I felt bad but yet again she started a rumour about me that I will never forgive her for.

So I decided against it and left the bathroom.

Karma's a bitch Florence.