Miss Incomplete | ✓

29 | He Loves Me

As I'm gathering up my textbooks and notebooks, I shove them directly into my backpack for the sake of not carrying such items. I've seen the movies, I've read the books; I'm going to run into someone and make my books drop and ain't nobody got time for that.

I sigh, dripping myself in memory as I shove my items in my bag. Julian been ignoring me for a good two weeks. It's been a whole week since I knew he ignoring me.

I continue to see him throughout class, and continue to stop myself from looking at him. I saw him with Erin more and more; talking, chatting, flirting. It makes my stomach burned in knots and my heart beating in hard thumps.

How stupid could I've been to think that Julian could've liked me; those times during the meet up, the time during the roof, even the time with his mother—I really thought.

Of course he wouldn't like me; if not for Tasha—the whole reason why I doubted it for the first place—it was going to be Erin. He would like anyone but me.

The bell signals the end of class, as I take the backpack off the ground and sling them over my shoulders, carrying the straps. I ready myself to head off to lunch; tired and hunger stagger over me throughout the entire class period. I guess somewhere talking about psychology and sociology just triggered my hunger.

The hallway begin to fill up as I followed a loud pack of chattering students making their way to the cafeteria; some students decides to split from the group and head towards their next class while other followed in the beeline.

A hand grasp my wrist, pulling me away from the pack. I clench my jaw, "what the holy fuck do you think you're doing—" I stopped my sentence, taking in the brown eyes of Julian. He looks down at his hand attached to my wrist.

"Francena," he breaths out, almost as if he was panting, "I need to talk to you."

My jaw tightens at his word and I rip my wrist from his grip as if the touch stings; my emotions drilled in my head as I remembered the past two weeks spent in agony analysing over the fact of what I could've done wrong to make him ignore me. Just for him to come back and declare a moment, "now you want to talk to me, huh?" I growled in return, shooting him a look mixed of betrayal and anger in his direction, "what happened to the two previous weeks, huh? What happened then?" 

"Francena." His eyes soften at my words and a strained look crossed his features, "I'm sorry, I wanted to—"

"That's where apologies end, Julian," I snapped cutting him off. I knew I was being a complete jackass, but I didn't care. I'm hurt, hurt at the fact that he was ignoring me, hurt by the fact that he told me to promise him that I wouldn't leave when he was the one that left. "When apologies are made, you accept the fact that you are wrong. If you add anything to it, you're trying to guilt and use sympathy for me to forgive you."

He doesn't say anything and I took it as my chance to turn, attempting to leave when he grabs a hold of my arm once more, "would you at least let me explain the situation—"

"No!" I replied, my voice reaching its peek to declare it a scream, "I don't want to hear it, not here and definitely not now. Do you understand, Julian? You hurt me, like I trusted you enough and swore to you that I wouldn't leave when you left me! It's not a matter of time; the fact is that you left for only a short period of time and decide to return. It's the fact that you knew I didn't like to be left alone, in fact I hate being left and you just did just that. I don't want to hear any bullshit excuse because everyone knows how to make them. If you're really sorry—show it."

Julian bit his lower lip in thought, his grip on me loosen and I pulled back. My skin red from his hold, and I await his answer. When he couldn't find his words, I turn my heel and left.