Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Liar.

"You know, you really shouldn't be so interested. The strobe lights were giving me a headache anyway." After two periods of being interrogated by Brianna, I expected lunch to be different. It wasn't.

"You should've told someone you were leaving!" Jason denounced from across the lunch table. He'd been complaining for at least 20 minutes at my irresponsible behaviour and how 'dangerous' it was for a young lady like myself to be sauntering around the town during the early hours of the morning.

"I did tell someone!" I argued, raising my hands in defense. "I informed Brianna of my whereabouts and she had little problem with me doing so!" I cast Brianna a sideways glance to see her glaring at me back followed by a kick to the shin from beneath the table. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying bloody murder. It was the leg which had previously been penetrated by a sharp object courtesy of my Uncle- but no one needed to know that.

"By telling someone- he means you should've told him." Elijah inputted, lazily chomping on his apple like he could think of a couple places he'd rather be at that moment in time. He wasn't the only one, but hey? At least he wasn't being held in custody and being questioned! Jason shot Elijah an impatient glare and he smirked back in response, slurping extra-loud on his chocolate milk.

"Jason, why do you care so much? I met you, what? A week ago?" I shook my head, already feeling swarmed by my school schedule. It had only been a week yet I'd felt like I'd been there forever.

It's better than being locked in your room all day, obeying Dale's every command, I reminded myself. Plus, it's only one more year until you're free of school and free to find your own house.

Like I have the money for a new accommodation. See? Talking to myself everyday for the past 6 months has increased the chance of me going crazy, I tell you.

"Hey, Elijah? Let's go get some more pizza." Brianna asked, not really giving Elijah the chance to decline as she pulled him from his seat.

"See, this is why you're my girlfriend." He grinned, kissing the side of her head before allowing himself to be dragged away, throwing the core of his apple into the bin blindly.

I tapped my foot against the cafeteria tile as I waited for one of us to speak. Jason broke the silence after minutes of no return of Brianna and Elijah.

"You know why I care so much." He muttered, his gaze getting a faraway look, making him seem deep in thought about something.

"If this is about the kiss last night, then it's probably best we forget about it. You were drunk, I get it."

"No you don't. April, I don't wanna forget about the kiss- I wanna forget about you not returning it. Haven't you ever heard the saying? A-"

"A drunk man's actions are a sober man's thoughts. Yeah, I know the saying. But I also know that a person like you and someone like me don't work out together."

"That's bullshit."

"No it isn't." I inhaled a long breath of air. "You wanna know why I didn't kiss you back?" He didn't answer, just looked towards the ground, I took the silence as a queue to continue. "I can't be with you Jason because I can't physically be with you. I can't hold hands with you, kiss you- I can't even hug you on most occasions exclude the one from earlier. Human contact causes me great anxiety." I said.

"Is this some sick way of lying to me and saying it instead of telling me that you're just not into me?" He spoke, raising his gaze from the floor and meeting mine, hopefully seeing the sincerity hidden within.

"Lying isn't really my thing." I lied. Contradictory apparently is though.

"I'm sorry. I feel like such a dick. Brianna was the same for quite a while, with our Dad being, well- him, I guess. You could never know when he could be throwing a smashed beer bottle at your head." He mumbled, running a hand over his face and through his locks.