I was let go from the hospital 3 days later just in time for the first day of school. Noah didn't come see me or text me after the kiss.
The first couple of days back in my house were rough. The stitches in my leg itch as they begin to heal. I stand in my closet looking for what I am going to wear. I select a pair of Black Leggings with a Hot Pink V-neck T-shirt. I pull on a pair of black converse and brush out my hair. It falls in blonde tousles over my shoulders. I grab my keys and pack a gym bag then I walk downstairs and grab an apple. I head to the door then my mom steps in my way.
"Just give this place a chance Addie." she says a pleading look in her eyes.
"I will mom." I say.
She smiles "I love you Addison."pulling me in for a hug.
"I love you to mom." I say.
I go to my car and punch the address to the school into my phone. I drive until I pull up in front of the building. I park my car and lean my head back taking a deep breath. Then I get out grabbing my bags and walk up to the doors and to my locker. I put my bags inside and go to my first hour English. I go in and sit down, feeling people's eyes on me. I see Hanna sitting across the room and she waves at me.
"Hey Addison." she says walking over and sitting down next to me. Three girls follow her over. One is short with brown hair, one has long red hair and is about my height and the other is blonde and average height.
"Hi Hanna." I say.
"Hi I'm Ashley." the blonde one says.
"I'm Abigail." the red head says.
"I'm Anna." the brunette says with a smile.
"Are you a volleyball player." Abigail asks me.
"I used to play but, not anymore." I say brushing a piece of hair behind my ear.
"What position." she says me.
"Setter." I say.
"A 5'11 Setter how did you not get stuck as a Middle that's what happened to me." she says.
"I went to a class A sized school in Miami. My middle's were 6'4 and 6'5 and went to play for the University of Florida." I say.
"Oh well I'm a Middle here, Anna is our Libero and Ashley is our Setter. Hanna hits Outside." she says.
"So how good are you?" Ashley snaps at me which brings frustration to the surface.
"I had 54 Division one volleyball scholarship offers my sophomore year of high school." I say crossing my arms across my chest.
"I was All League, All District, All Region, All State, and All American First team my Freshman, Sophomore and Junior season." I sneer.
"Are you playing this year?" she snaps.
"I don't play anymore." I say looking down at my books.
"Why not?" she sneers at me.
"I just don't, okay." I snap. Then the teacher starts class.
"My name is Mrs. Street and welcome to AP Calculus." she says.
Then I drift off into a conversation about logarithms as I try to stop thinking about the past. Because the past is a bitch, and you can never get rid of the damn thing no matter how hard you try.
