Without You

Chapter 19

I got off the bus, not even waiting for Chandler. I saw Ashley waiting outside and I went over to her, my face with an annoyed expression.

"What's up, Ash?" I asked with no emotion.

"Nothing yet. Why the face?" she asked.

"Because Chandler's being a-" Before I could finish, I was caught off.

"I'm being a what?" someone asked from behind me. I turned around and saw nonetheless, Chandler.

"You're being a-" I started to say what I was going to say before, but Ashley said something before I could finish.

"Come on, J. He's not worth it,"

I thought for a moment.

"You're right. He's not worth it. He's barely worth anything."

Chandler's Pov

I'm not going to lie to you, that one stung. The fact that your girlfriend lied to you and then the next day tells you that you're barely worth anything, is not cool.

I huffed and followed Juliette and Ashley to homeroom, since we all had it together.

When I got there, I saw them talking to eachother while Ashley was sitting on a desk. I kept watching them until the bell rang. And when I say 'them', I mean Julie.

She's been changing ever since she met Ashley.

She's practically brainwashing her to be bad.

When class was over, I took my time to pack and when I was done, I saw Ashley and Julie going out the door. Julie looked at me and I flashed her a smile.

She ignored it.

Well, jeez.

Juliette's Pov

When Chandler smiled at me, I completely ignored it and kept talking with Ashley.

I went to my next class which was health while Ash went to P.E.

*Time Skip To Lunch*

I payed for my lunch and went to Chandler and mine's usual lunch table. I wanted to apologize for being rude today and leaving yesterday.

I waited for Chandler as I saw him approaching. I smiled at him and he grinned. As soon as he came and sat down, I was starting to apologize until Ashley came and sat down, interrupting me.

Chandler's smile faded and it was replaced with an annoyed expression.

"Hey J!"

"Um, hey," I say.

"Oh, am I interrupting something?"

"Uh, yeah," Chandler answered.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry that I don't care."

Dang, what is her problem?

"Anyways, we have to go," she announced as she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to another table.

"What was all that about?" I asked her once we were sitting somewhere else.

"He didn't want us there."

"That's not true. You can't even prove that."

"I don't have to. It was obvious. You may be too retarded now to understand, but it was a fact and he didn't want us there," she finalized and proceeded to eat her lunch.