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Chapter 43 | "Can I Ask For Some Advice?"
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Friday, June 11th
GWEN'S POV
A LOUD KNOCK came from my door, and I jumped out of my skin.
"Gwen? Are you almost ready to leave?" My mother asked from the other side of the wooden door.
I gulps down the anxious lump in my throat. I was sitting on the edge of my bed all dressed for school, hesitating on wether to lie and tell my mom I'm sick, or to be a responsible teenager and go to school.
I didn't want to see Zac, knowing I'd break down crying a river in the middle of the hall if I even saw his familiar broad shoulders.
When the call ended yesterday, I couldn't help but feel guilty as all hell. I kept on interrupting him, yelling in his face to not listen to his best friend, his best friend. It made me want to punch myself in the face. He didn't deserve those horrible words, he needed to be listened to. And I didn't do that.
I am so fucking selfish.
I'm scared of what he would think of me when he saw my puffy and red eyed face. I couldn't bear to even look at my own face. I am scared of what would happen if he saw me again.
I take in a big shaky breath and let it out, I brush away the small amount of tears that have escaped my eyes. I look at myself in the mirror, and I don't see the happy Sunshine anymore. Instead, I see a a girl who holds a broken heart in her hands, wet cheeks, skinny body, pale skin, messy hair.
I didn't look like Gwen Pearson.
I wipe my eyes, and put on my socks and shoes. I grabbed my phone off the charger, and I glance at my home screen. I tear up again when I see the photo of me and Zac smiling and goofing off.
I look away and grab my school bag and walk out of my room in a gloomy way.
I didn't even bother with Natalie, I knew she wasn't going to make a move to get out of bed to go to school. I knew she didn't have the balls to face the one guy that she truly liked.
I didn't even acknowledge my mother who was in the kitchen. I just left without a word. I even forgot to grab my car keys, but I didn't want to go back and grab them. So I just started walking.
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Zac wasn't here today.
I knew. What did I think he was going to be here? I just yelled in his face about his best friend, obviously he wouldn't want to see my face. He'd be too ashamed to think that his girlfriend said those things to him.
I clear my throat and walk towards my first class. The class where it's all four of us; James, Natalie, and Zac. The one class I had with him, and that one class that partnered us up for a project. The one class that this relationship between us in the first place.
I gulp and link a hair behind my ear, I enter class and take a seat where Zac and James used to sit a few months ago. The first few words we exchanged was in this very spot.
I looked at the clock and saw that I had five minutes before class starts, and I did the only thing that made me want to scream. I brought my phone out, and I started playing Candy Crush.
***
It was lunch time, and since none of my friends were here at school, I had no other choice to sit alone.
But I didn't feel like getting bothered by all the needy girls and boys around me, I needed a calming and gentle lunch. So I decided to sit outside.
I stayed away from the wild teens that were raving out in the open, and I went to the corner of the garden. I leaned against a random tree and I watched as the clouds moved silently through the sky.
I looked out in the distance and saw dark grey clouds. They looked like they were headed our way, and it seemed like they were going to pour down on my small town.
I watched as the clouds got closer and closer, and I tuned out the hyper yells of other kids running around. I didn't even realized the bell had rung until my science teacher, Mr. Porter, tap me on the shoulder.
"You alright Gwen?" He asked as he held a coffee cup in his hands. I looked up at the man and saw genuine concern laced in his brown orbs.
I frown, and thought if I should ask him for advice. He used to be a councilor before he started working at this school.
What the hell, my thoughts shrugged. I opened my mouth, "Can I ask for some advice?" I ask.
He furrows his brows but nods anyways, "Yeah go ahead," he leaned against the tree I was sitting on.
I cleared my throat, "Have you ever fought with your best friend? Like, offended them in some way?" I ask him, fighting back the memories from yesterday.
He thought about it, "Yes, I have fought with my best friend, but I don't think I ever offended him in some way. Did you do something?"
I sniff, "Um, I had a fight with Zac, and I said some things that I shouldn't have said. And I don't know how to apologize," I say in a shameful demeanor.
He nods somberly, "Well, you should go talk to him, it's easier that way," he says and then took a drink of his coffee.
I sigh, "But we have some shit going on between James and Natalie, and they need our help, I've tried to call him back but he won't listen, he won't pick up, he will just stay angry at me."
Mr. Porter sighed, "Teenagers and their technology," he mutters under his breath, "I didn't mean text him actually go to his house, and talk like normal human beings." He rubs the back of his neck, "If that doesn't help you then go to the school counselor, they know how to deal with teenagers." With that, Mr. Porter chugged the rest of the liquid in his coffee cup and walked off. "And get to class!" He calls over his shoulder.
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Oml I'm so sorry for the short updates. I just came back from vacation and family time, and now it's summer so I think I'll have more updates coming. Idk.
Anyways, sorry for typos, I quickly typed this up, I'll edit it when the book is completed.
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