Bittersweet Heartstrings

Chapter 9: Tear Drops

Lunch time was almost over, so naturally I started to head back to school. I had eaten lunch in the yard. The yard was like a garden, minus all the blooming flowers and beautiful trees and grass and whatnot. There were benched scattered around along with a fence made of hedges. It wasn't that bad of a place, especially to eat lunch. I mean, at least it didn't smell and wasn't dirty.

As I walked towards the entrance of the sad excuse I called school, I noticed a couple making out on a bench. I thought that they should be going up for air soon, and realizing class would be starting soon. Being the nosy person that I was, I dawdled around and waited to see who it was.

My heart literally stopped when I realized who it was; Declan. He already replaced me. That's when the tears streamed down my face silently. I must have stepped on something that made a sound as I was rushing to the door, because Declan looked over and locked eyes with me, a malicious look in his eyes. I never knew him to be mean.

I tried to make the tears stop, but they wouldn't. That meant my vision was blurred, so I mostly made my way to my locked by memory, until I bumped into someone.

"Are you crying, Wynters?" Griffin asked.

"No." I whispered, not even bothering to try and hide my face.

"Don't tell me. They're allergies." He said the last part in the best girly voice he could muster; it was still deep.

I stayed silent, rubbing my hand across my cheeks to remove the tears. Finally, when I could see clearly, I said, "He already got another girl." Then my vision went back to being blurry, tears appearing in my eyes once again.

"Damn." He muttered. Whether about my crying or the fact that Declan got another girl, was beyond me. 

 I once agan wiped my eyes, staring at the ground. "Everyone thinks I cheated on him, don't they?"

My eyes met his and he turned his attention to the ground, cupping the back of his neck.

"Pretty much." He let out a light laugh just as the bell rang. I blew out a deep breath and headed off to class. 

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"Miss Wynters!" Mr. Hendrickson yelled my name.

I snapped my head up and looked at him, confused. 

"See me after class." He seethed.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly. Last night I had got all of five minutes of sleep. And it didn't help that every time I cried, I became sleepy. Nor did it help that algebra was one of the most boring subjects ever. 

Class ended five minutes later and I stay seated. As everyone left the room, a few people glanced back at me. I felt like I was in the spotlight, so I started squirming in my chair. Mr. Hendrickson impatiently tapped his foot on the floor while he waited for the rest of the class to leave.

When everyone finally dispersed, he walked towards my desk, stern expression on his face.

"I do not appreciate it when students fall asleep during my class," He started, "So, I would like to know, why did you fall asleep?" 

"I, uh, didn't get any s-sleep." I stumbled on my words.

"And why is that? Too busy partying? Too busy hanging out with those delinquents you call friends?" He walked back towards his desk, continuing his lecture. "I expected you to pass this class with no problem. You are currently failing. If you don't pick up your grades, I'm afraid certain arrangements will be made."

"I understand, sir." In reality, I didn't quite get what "certain arrangements" would be made.

"Good. Now, off to class!" He ushered me out of the room.