Crush On You {Ausmila} {Delayed Updates}

chapter ten

I was working on the bellwork, when I saw Alex was on his phone, "Whatcha looking at, bro?"

"Just watching videos on Vine." Alex said, looking up, "So, is your wrist feeling any better?"

"Still hurts sometimes, but I take medication to ease the pain away."

"That must've hurt when you slammed it against the locker," Alex said.

"Yeah..." I lied, looking down.

Just then, Jackson comes in and takes a seat next to me.

"Sup loser," Jackson said, sitting the down next to me.

I still looked down, not bothering to look up or saying anything. Then, I looked over at Alex and he realized that I didn't accidentally slammed my wrist against the locker.

Mrs. Gilbert started going over the bellwork and then talking about the lesson, which was how to balance chemical equations. It was pretty fairly understood, since science was probably my best subject out of the other three subjects: Math, English, & History.

"Okay, class, you have a worksheet to do and if you finish early, you can turn it in the 2nd period basket and if you don't, it's homework," Mrs. Gilbert said, passing out the worksheets.

There were only 10 problems and I finished it, before the bell was about to ring. I continued writing in my notebook, until the bell finally rang. I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the classroom to go to my locker; next thing I know Jackson shoved me against my locker, dropping my books on the floor, laughing away maliciously.

I picked up my books off the ground and opened up my locker. I put my books in my locker, closed it, and went to the bathroom. There was no one in here, since everyone was in class, so I walked in the stall and locked it. I slowly slid down the wall, brought my knees towards me, and buried my face, silently crying.

It happens every day. I didn't even do anything and Jackson always finds a way to bring me down. I don't even know what I ever did nor do I know why he has to pick on me. It started in 9th grade, a little before he and Camila started dating. The things is that no one doesn't know how he really treats me, well except for Lauren and Alex, but that's not the case... I know I should tell her, but I doubt she'll believe me. Truth is, Jackson was her first boyfriend and it hurts seeing her with him, because that should be me. Every night, I regret not telling her before, but I was 15 and I was afraid being in a relationship, and I didn't know if she felt the same or not. I didn't want to ruin my friendship I have with her, because Camila means the whole world to me and I'm just worried that she will get her heart broken.

I got out of the stall and splashed water on my face to make it look like I wasn't crying. I dried my face with a paper towel and made my way to the office. Since I don't feel so well, I want to see if I can go home early.

"Yes?" the secretary asked, typing away on the computer.

"I'm not feeling well, so may I please get an exit slip?" I asked politely.

The secretary looked at me for a few seconds and wrote me up an exit slip, "Here you go."

"Thank you," I grabbed it and headed out the front door, around the parking lot to my car.

I pulled up to my house, went inside and headed to my room. I took out my journal and began writing: 
Today was another day that I would not talk about, but hey that's what journals are for, right? To write down all your feelings if you're too shy and scared to tell a person. Algebra 2 was okay, not counting that I didn't understand what was happening in class, but the fact Camila is coming over after school to help me on the homework. She's an angel sent from above; I don't know what I would without her. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Then Jackson came along and shoved me, along well as pushed my books to the ground. This happens every day and I don't know why. I don't even remember what I did to him. One day, he decided to make my life a living hell and congratulations because it's working. It doesn't matter if I told someone on how he treats me, because he'll probably twist my words around and get away with it like he always does.

I put my journal under my pillow when I heard a noise in the kitchen. I peeked over the stairscase and saw that it was my mother. She must've got home early or is on her lunch break...

I slowly walked downstairs to the kitchen until she noticed me, "Austin, what are you doing home?"

"I wasn't feeling well, so I came home early," I said getting a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

My mom put her hand on my forehand to see if I was burning up, which I wasn't.

"You don't have a fever," my mom said folding her arms.

"It wasn't like I was getting sick or anything..." I took a seat around the dining table, "I just didn't feel so good today."

 My mom looked at me and then took a deep breath, "Alright, let's go."

"Where are we going?" I was confused, because I really don't know where she was going to take me.

"Back to Dr. Sharpe's office. I scheduled an appointment after you ran out the first day, because I know something is going on, sweetie," my mom stroking my hair and then going to the door.

I stood up quickly and ran to the door, "Mom, seriously, everything is fine. I'm just having one of those awful days today."

"Austin, it's okay if something is bothering you and you don't want to talk about it, but you have to go to your sessions because who knows... it might help you." my mom said, looking straight at me.

"I doubt it," I murmured under my breath and got out of the doorway.

My mom went out until she turned back, "What was that?"

"Nothing," I said going to the car and getting in the front seat.

There's nothing I could say no do to change my mom's view that everything is okay.

Okay, maybe, everything isn't all okay...