High school: Auggie x Jack Will

Catch

***Sorry for yet another late part. I'm really sick. But I missed this, so I'm back.

Auggie's POV

Via never answered my FaceTime. She texted right away and said she was busy, but I never believe that people are really that busy if they can text you literally a second after you try and reach them. That's just bullshit.

I guess it doesn't matter though. I had no real reason to call her, I was just lonely. I'm tired of being lonely. I have my friends, and they're great, but I'm just missing something. A lot.

Some people have someone that their whole world depends on. I'm missing that person.

My thoughts shift over to Jack. I really should have called him instead of Via. Things were awkward, but I forgive him. I'm just surprised I wasn't the initiator this time. I feel oddly relieved. It feels nice knowing I'm not the only one who can do stupid shit sometimes.

And with that I remember why we got into this lesson the first place.

Julian comes next week.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Jack's POV

The weekend wasn't very memorable. The rest of my sleepover was spent planning our scheme, and of course eating some of Summer's mom's bomb-ass tacos.

I really want to think that we have a shot in getting this to go well, but I already messed up. Things are too awkward, and I'm very sure that Auggie's going to be weird about it. Me and Summer dating. He's probably going to hate it. Not because he's jealous though.

He's just gonna hate it.

That should be a red flag. Of course I'm not doing this to get him to hate me, it's the opposite, so I should just back out. But at this point I can't trust myself. Summer's important to me too, and if she thinks there might be a chance of it working, I'll have to go through with it and find out. Maybe the fact that it was all her idea will lighten the pain when he rejects me. Or maybe I'll just feel stupid for falling for it. Probably the latter option.

Auggie's POV

The weekend went by way too fast. I swear, I don't remember doing anything the whole time. I wish I ended up saying something to Jack. It's my fault for being such a bitch when he clearly wasn't doing well.

All I can think of is how if he'd done anything like that to me, I wouldn't be able to forgive him. Jack's just too good. I wish I didn't have to deal with my whole face thing so I could have normal emotions and not have to rely on blaming my problems on everyone else. Must be nice.

I dress in an outfit possibly more stupid than the one I wore on the first day, this time I'll spare you the details, and I head downstairs. I'm glad I don't have to do the sled for another year. Maybe I'll tell Jack how much I hate that tradition later. He probably feels the same way, just too nervous to say anything.

I wonder why he's always so nervous. He has it good.

It's probably because of me.

Mom offers to drive me to school, but I opt to take the bus instead. I don't want to have to deal with her right now, I'm too caught up in my own thoughts. So I sit alone, and play with the home button on my phone.