Love Doesn't Exist (bxb)

~Chapter seven~

The following days after that I didn't see, hear, or bump into Isaiah. It was like he poofed out of my life, leaving it quiet. And to be truly honest, I thought people would still be talking about the fact that me and Isaiah even talked to each other, but nope, no one talked about it. I thought it was weird at first too but eventually just forgot about it.

My mom was still mad at me though, every day she has been asking what happened to Isaiah. And every day I tell her he and I aren't friends and never truly were. Besides that, the deal we originally made had technically been done too.

The one-week thing, if you remember

But that would only result in her marching her way into the room and away from my sight, groaning to herself loudly.

I rolled my eyes every time she did this, I love her but come on, me and Isaiah. She needs to learn to let him go, he wasn't the one to so-called "change my life" like she always likes to put it.

Walking through the halls has also become more peaceful in a way too, or at least as peaceful as high school passing halls can get. No one tried to stop me and get the "juice", no one looked at me longer than they usually do. I thought I was being too full of myself for a moment too.

When I told Ms. Lao about it, she, of course, didn't care about what I had to say for the most part, but I knew she was still somewhat listening to me. Since that small conference, we had a few days back me and her has been getting at each other's throats more but are still managing to eat lunch with each other.

But while I was walking to my next class, about five days after the whole incident with Isaiah, I overheard something a group of guys had said, "Hey remember what Isaiah said right?"

"Yeah to make sure that we don't involve ourselves with Mark, right?" One of the dumber looking ones out of them said obnoxiously loud.

The group panicked as they shoved their hands up to his mouth to cover it. They then whispered, "What no not th----" But there was no helping it.

I already heard and went up behind them and said, "Oh so that's what he has been doing?" All their eyes grew large. "Just because of what I said he absolutely feels the need to try and get back at me by shunning me from the school even more than I already was."

The group was freaking out pushing each other up to talk to me until the unlucky one was chosen. "No not---"

I wasn't even going to let them explain themselves so I simply cut him off, "I will get him back too and see how he likes it." I said to me more than that group. Whatever they were saying I bluntly ignored it as I tried to think up some way I can get back at Isaiah.

But it is way too much work to be figuring out this huge plan so, mine as well just make a hell of a lot of commotion.

And that is exactly what I did the next day.

I walked into school pretty early, if I do say so myself, and sat on the staircase in the front of the school. I glared at every single person that has looked at me weirdly. As the minutes passed, more people have begun to flood in, but I stayed my ground and waited.

Who knows how long later, Isaiah comes strolling into school after the first period bell rang. And yes, I was that determined that I was willing to skip my first class to just go face to face with this idiot.

"Ah look who finally shows up to school," I said as I got up and off the stairs dusting my butt off.

I walked up to the nervous figure as I laughed to myself, of course, he would be nervous with all the shit he has been putting me through. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Nothing" He simply said twirling his fingers nervously.

"Oh, really Isaiah?" I said looking down at his fidgeting hands as I bent down to get under his bent over figure to look him in the eyes with a charming smile.

"Yes Mark, I did nothing to harm you." He said as he moved a step back from me.

"Is that so? Yeah maybe getting the whole school to shun me didn't and wouldn't affect me personally but that is still fucking terrible." I brought up

He finally looked up but, when he faced me he looked confused, "What are you talking about?"

Now I was getting angry, why couldn't he just accept his terrible attempt to ruining me. "What do you mean, you clearly know the reason I'm coming up to you."

"Honestly, no I really don't. I thought about what I did help you." Oh, now he was going to get it.

In that split second, I swung. I pushed him to the floor and without fully knowing what I'm doing I kept on hitting him in the arms, chest, and occasionally on the face. But he didn't fight back he just laid there taking all the hits with a blank face.

I started to slow down, tiring myself out. When I looked down, I realized what I had done and jumped right off of him with my hands covering my mouth. "I-I-I"

"Did that make you feel better?" Isaiah said but with no under tone to his voice.

I didn't say anything.

He wiped the dripping blood from his cut mouth as he walked away saying, "I only wanted us to be friends."

Something in my heart started to beat fast, I felt tears running down my face as I just watched his limping figure walk into school. I couldn't deal with it anymore, I ran, ran far away so no one could see me, and I could see no one.

I ran past the police directing traffic, I ran past the dog walker who walks ten gods at one time, and I ran past the lovely couple eye fucking each other in the café. No one, no one can change me, I don't need anyone in my life. All they would do is fuck it up, just like what Isaiah managed to do.

Maybe it is just faith that these things are happening, a not so friendly reminder that being alone will only benefit me.