Closer

Chapter Seven.

It's been days after I have walked out from the Westbay's house in guilt, shame and mostly anger.

I know what he said was true, but he doesn't have the right to pour all the blames on me.

Anyways since that day, I have been trying hard to avoid him, at school, during classes, across the hall, at the cafeteria, parking lot, grocery stores and anywhere possible because I saw hurt in his eyes when he spit those venom from his mouth. He's not here to have some fun and I am scared just thinking about what he could be doing.

Honestly, all i could fried up for my mental feast is guilty. There is no doubt about it. I feel exactly how he felt many times before. I'd be the first person to know how terrible it must have felt to be him. Other than a job and money all my parents cared about is life of their own. I was never part of the plan. I'm okay to live with that as long as they took care of what I wanted more than myself.

For most of the time Martin's parents took me in as their own because my parents were crazy building empire of their own. Martin's mom always wanted a daughter and that's how she looked at me most of the time. Although we are not blood related but all my life i've known them and accepted them as my family.

Although, nothing of what I have now wasn't even close to compare with what Nathan has. He is living on his own, maintaining the company without a single help from his relatives. Which is weird and crazy because his grandfather is the most wealthiest and powerful man in the country. He could surely give his grandson a helping hand.

He has every rights to be mad at me for going along with what my mom told me to do many times before. She knew that I have no other friends than him but she'd rather seen me being alone and pathetic than being with someone equally pathetic as me. But that doesn't lead us to any right path.

"Psst!" I looked up and blinked. I realised I've been scribble on my paper again for about an hour thinking about him. This guilt is eating me alive. I couldn't concentrate a single thing since that day.

I've never seen anyone let alone him being so hurting and so right about themselves. He knows what he has been upto and I was no help getting in his way.

"I need to run. My job starts in half an hour. I'm late!" Samantha whispers as she winked at me. She got a new job at the record store which is totally updated but she gets the job. She's excited about it.

I smiled and gave a thumbs up before she left me in the great hall of knowledge alone.

I still have to look around the books and fill in this papers before sunset because God only knows that will never happened once I open my MacBook and digging through the internet and ended up looking Bob Ross's videos and then sleep without doing any progressive work for my essays.

I took my time since the Library will be closed at 8:30. It's only 5 in the evening and I have all the time I want to finish this essays.

But, I need to go ahead and find my sources before someone else does. It's Mr Jim's class and about 200 students will be having the same homework as me.

I took my phone with me and starts to walk around the isle looking for the books I needed for my assignment. It's been a long day and I know it'll be long so I wear my big sweatpants with my lazy torn up tshirt that my mom used to hate it. I went out on my glasses because I don't have time to put in my lenses and besides a lazy buns and glasses does works for me sometimes.

After walking for half an hour, I am beat. My head starts to spin and I can't work like this with spinning head, so I decided to move back to my seat and grab some coffee before going back home. I can search it online, I'd tell myself.