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« 9/26/18 - 8:48 p.m. »

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Vincent's P.O.V.

This week treated me like ass.

The fact that my head was pounding because I've been thinking so much was just the cherry on top.

I know it made me sound bad, but it angered me more that now Aiden was starting to ignore me. Yeah, I wanted him to give me space, but the fact that just on Friday I saw him spending all of lunch talking to Vanessa instead of trying to get my attention really messed with my mind.

I sounded like a hypocrite telling myself this. He doesn't spare me anymore looks, he completely pretends that I'm not there whenever the whole group is together, and on Wednesday when he accidentally touched my shoulder, he's never taken it off so fast.

It was like I was contagious to him. That's not what his lips and hands said a week ago, let me tell you that much.

As soon as I let my aching head fall against my pillow, someone barged through my bedroom door.

I looked back and saw James already letting himself in as if this was something I'd have to get used to now. "Jesus Christ, do you ever knock?" I scolded him, throwing a pillow over my head in frustration.

He ignored me entirely and shut the door. I wanted to sleep early tonight and this is how people treat me? "Why did I find this in the laundry?" James asked, as if I did something wrong and he was demanding an answer.

It took me a minute, but I knew exactly what he was talking about. I almost forgot about it, to be honest. I lifted my pillow from my head as James held the wooden strip in front of my face. "Shit," I huffed. "Get that piece of garbage away from me."

"Did you make this?" he asked.

"Too many questions," I mumbled, stuffing my face back into the pillow.

"Vincent," he said, turning me over and putting the wooden piece in front of my eyes again. "Did you?"

"No," I said with an exhausted tone. "Will you please leave?"

"Did Aiden make it?"

"Fuck off, James, I'm really not in the mood. Especially if you go on about Aiden. I already have a headache, please."

"Vincent, this isn't helping you-"

"Yes, Aiden made it alright?" I shouted forcefully. It was plainly obvious that I had a short temper. I took the fragile piece of wood in between my fingers and ripped it apart, throwing the two halves to a corner of my room. When my eyes met back to James', he was frightened, probably terrified of me now. "I saw it fall out of his pocket on Monday. And before you ask, yes, even after the kiss. But don't jump to conclusions because it's for Vanessa Armstrong. Are you gonna get out of my room now?"

I grabbed my head in my hands. My brain felt like it was throbbing now and I couldn't take in anymore light. Or anymore Aiden.

When James didn't say anything, I continued on instead, "I can't keep on talking like this to people anymore; cutting them off and worrying them with my problems. Just leave." He didn't move, just stared across the room where the broken fragment of Aiden's initials and someone else's lay. "Please, James."