My Bully

Suspicions and Confrontatons

Unfortunately, it's Monday now. Which means I'm tired and teachers take this advantage to give us more homework than we need. It's a fine, normal day except for one thing.

Devon. Is. Not. HERE! I don't know where he is and I'm worried. He hasn't answered my calls or texts. So, I'm worried for the next six periods. Basically the whole day. What if he got hurt? What if he got sick? What if-*le gasp* What if he's seeing someone else? Pftt, what am I thinking? He wouldn't do that. That's my anxiety talking. But what if he is? I spend the rest of the day overthinking things.

The next day, Devon comes to school, but he comes in late. He never comes late. I steal a glance towards him in English class and I see his head in his arms and eyes closed. Sleeping in class? He never does that either. What if he was busy with another girl? Is he cheating on me? Ughh, I'm overthinking way too much. I'll just ask him at lunch.

Lunchtime

"Hey, Devon! Um, Devon? Are you awake?" Yeah, I don't think so. He's sleeping again. I spot Josh at another table, talking to Dya and Kit.

"Josh! What's up with Devon? He's been dozing off in class for a while."

"Hm, that's not like him. Well, he hasn't told me anything. Sorry, Haylee." I sigh.

"It's okay. Maybe he just stayed up studying or something." Only I don't think that's what happened anymore because he's because he's been dozing off occasionally when he can over the past two weeks. That's not normal. I can't ask him either because he's always sleeping or figuring out something for someone that he doesn't hear me talking. What if he's getting something for another girl? Could he be cheating? I mean, he has barely been talking to me lately, he's been sleeping a lot, he hasn't answered any of my texts or calls, and I can feel the distance between us. Oh, he's probably seeing another girl. He's cheating isn't he? I knew no one could love me the way Devon said he did. I knew it! How could someone love me when I can't love myself completely? Wait, what if I'm just over exaggerating? Still, I'm suspicious.

So, on a particular Friday afternoon, Devon walks me home since I live practically around the corner. I only drive when I want to and I walk sometimes because I need exercise.

"Haylee, I need to tell you something!"

"What is it that you couldn't tell me the past two weeks?" I ask, a little bite in my tone.

"What do you mean?" He seems genuinely confused. I stop walking to face him.

"Look, you've been dozing off in class, coming in later to school, speaking to me less. I want to know...have you been cheating on me?" I  cross my arms and look down, noticing how nice Devon's shows are.

"What? No! Why would you think that? I was working a part time job that has very late hours. Like, 4-10 PM hours."

"But why were you working?"

"I needed more money to buy a gift for someone." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Who's this 'someone'? You know what, I don't need the answer. I just need some time. I'll catch you later, Devon."

"Wait! Princess!" He lays a hand on my shoulder, but I brush it off.

"Just give me some time, Devon. I don't know why you had to be so secretive if you didn't need to be." I walk away before he can say another thing. I don't know why I didn't just let him explain why he needed to work. Maybe it was my anxiety getting in the way. Oh, who Am I kidding? It definitely was my anxiety. And now, I might've screwed up a perfectly good relationship.

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Devon tries to talk to me in the halls the next day, but I just ignore him. He waits for me at front of the school. As soon as I come out, he attempts to talk again, but I just look at him and keep walking. That night, I glance out of my window to see a full moon and a beautiful starry night. I climb out of the window and sit on the roof to watch the stars. I've done this plenty of times that I know I won't fall off. I used to talk to the stars about my problems, such as my previous crushes, my dad leaving, everything that went wrong in my life. It just helped me Alet out my feelings to no one in particular. I hear faint footsteps below me, so I steal a glance down towards the street. Devon Pace's up and down the sidewalk in front of my house. He looks like he's muttering to himself , but then throws up his hands and leaves, walking back toward his house. I feel a stab to my heart, knowing that I messed up, but I'm wondering now if I can fix it...somehow.

Wow, I don't exactly know where I was going with this chapter. Well, I hope you enjoyed it, if it made any sense. Sending my love and foxes!

~ FV4