Thunder to your Rain (YA)

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Rain's POV

(1 week later : Wednesday March 20th , 2019)

Gray and I aren't fighting anymore. She didn't blatantly ignore me like an asshole would but she was relatively dry to me. Responding to my texts with a few words, or one word and sometimes just an emoji. I got the hint that she didn't want to talk to me.

Honestly, I want to apologize so bad but it would feel weird for me to do that without completely understanding what it is that I am apologizing for. There's no clear reason as to why she is upset.

What I said is how I feel. I don't want her to be upset or angry with me and I have no clue why.

This is so isolating.

First, Isaac isn't around and now Gray is giving me the silent treatment. Devonte always sticks with Isaac so I know I can't just hang with him one on one. That would be a little bit strange. I don't think we've ever hung out just us two. I wouldn't mind that, we aren't really as close as we could be. It would be a great chance to spend some quality time together but alas it seems like that won't be happening.

I have no one to talk to about this. I just feel so fucking alone.

I've even been taking the bus alone these few days. On the bright side today I got to school earlier than normal today. I walked off the bus at like 7:20. Then, I decided I am going to the library. I look down at the screen of my phone and it's 7:26 am. I don't think I have been to the library before school. It looks dead in here.

There has to be at least 20 kids in here which is really small compared to the 200 kids there are in here after school. So I have no trouble finding an empty computer.

With Isaac sitting somewhere else in English class, I actually have to do my homework on my own. I don't just use him for answers but English isn't really my subject. We had a system, I would give him the Trigonometry answers and he would give me the English ones. I know he's really struggling with trig and he knows that I'm not good at English.

I walk past the librarian and find an empty row. Or at least I thought it was empty. Sidney from my English walks up to me and sits down at the next computer.

"You didn't do the homework either?" Sidney asks laughing.  Those six words can create an instant bond between anyone. Bonding over being a bad student is a lifestyle.

I pressed the power button behind the iMac and entered the username and password. I giggled right back at her. She knows I didn't. "Nope," I say popping the p.

We worked on it for 20 minutes. It was questions analyzing the themes and motifs found in the book we're reading. I would have done it but I always expect Isaac to give me the answers. The level of work our teacher expects is entirely too much. Even going into the class I felt extremely unprepared for it.

Sidney goes ahead and prints both of the worksheets for us while I pack our things up. "Thanks Sidney," I tell her, carrying our backpacks out of the library.

"No problem Rain," She responds.

I start walking towards the exit of the library and she follows suit. "Where's your locker?" I ask. I asked because I can always waste the extra time we have. I would hate to be at my locker where the rest of the group will be. It's going to be awkward as hell. I already know.

Sidney turns to the right, "It's by blue staircase," She says pointing her head towards the end of the hallway.

It's a few classrooms away from my locker. Huh. That's so fucking weird because I have literally never seen her around this area before. Well, we do go to a relatively large school. But you'd think, it being more than halfway through the year, I would have seen her before now.