Its been a while but I still feel the same.
-Give Me Love, Ed Sheeran
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Chapter 9
Cassie's POV
I sat in the parking lot for the remaining of the lunch period not wanting to face anyone. There was a large part of that just couldn't risk facing Josh again after what happened. I couldn't stand to face anyone for that matter even my bestfriend.
I knew there was as high possibility that Lucy would be worried about me. Guilt rushed into my system as I realized how bad of a friend I had become lately. I give myself a mental note to apologize to her later.
Right now I just need peace and quiet something that Lucy would not be able to give me. Don't get me wrong I love her but she could run her mouth and never stop. Her brain had no stop sign for her mouth and even though that made her a joy to be around her, it wasnt what I needed right now.
What I needed right now was a man called Ed Sheeran. His words come to me in a way no one else could. His lyrics soothe me, hinting that they knew everything about me. Almost like they were written exactly for me. His melodies haunted me minutes after I heard them. His music was just...perfect.
He was exactly what I needed after this long day and when I put my earphones on, I could instantly feel myself calm down.
"Give me love like her. Cause lately I've been waking up alone. Paint spattered teardrops on my shirt. Told you I'd let them go."
The words completely captivated me where it seemed like it was only them and me in this world.
"And that I'll fight my corner, Maybe tonight I'll call ya, After my blood turns into alcohol, No, I just want to hold ya."
I had closed my eyes, giving them a break from their crying. I was so focused in the song, that I didn't notice anybody near, until I felt a tap on my shoulder, making me jump, pulling out my earphones in the process.
Just like that my bubble had been popped and I was going to kill the Ed Sheeran hating-bubble popping-idiot.
I turned around furious, prepared to chew somebody's head off, only to get angrier by who I saw.
"You," I spat furiously at the blue eyed, kiss stealing devil in front of me.
"Me," he said cockily, raising one eyebrow in amusement.
"Zachary!" I yelled in annoyance.
"Last time I checked that was my name...," he said, smiling, but it only fueled my anger.
"You popped my bubble!" I yelled at him, hitting his shoulder.
"Ow! What are you talking about?"
"My bubble! You popped it!!" I yelled.
"What bubble are you talking about? Are you freaking Spongebob or something?" he yelled confused.
Yet, I didnt answer. Without my bubble, all my emotions came back, and the waterworks made themselves known.
I didn't care that Zachary, the boy who made it his mission to pester me was in front of me. I just want to let it all out. I was beginning to feel like a hormonal pregnant woman.
"Woah! Are you okay?" Zachary said, confused and slightly scared to what made me start crying.
I didn't answer. I was too busy watering the pavement with my tears.
"I'm serious Cass. What did I do? Im sorry I popped your bubble. Whatever, that means. Are you pregnant or something?"
I half laugh half sobbed at that last question because of my earlier thought. Maybe. Was it possible to be pregnant if you were still a virgen? Probably not unless you were Virgen Mary.
At some point, during my sob fest, I became aware that Zachary had his arms around me. It was at this point, that I stopped crying and moved away from him.
"Sorry," I hiccuped.
"It fine. I always wanted a snob-filled shirt. Now, I dont have to ask Santa for one," he said, and I smiled at his stupidity, forgetting my grudge against him for a second.
"Thanks for not calling the mental ward," I told him.
"No problem. I always thought a crazy person here and there makes life interesting," he answered and I laughed at that. He smiled at my laugh, which made me stop.
"Well...I'm just going to go."
"Don't. I have a question for you."
"Yeah?"
"What's a bubble?"
My cheeks heated up as I remembered what I yelled at him first. I really did deserve to be in a mental ward.
"It's when I calm myself down after something awful by listening to music," I confessed.
"And I popped this calming time?"
"As a matter of fact, you did. You, sir, are a bubble popper. The worst kind of poppers there are."
He gasped at my words, pretending to deeply hurt by them.
"Oh no! How can I ever live with myself now that I know this horrible truth within me?" He yelled in mock horror.
I laughed at his stupidity, and some part of me longed for us to be friends again, and missed the days that we were. Then I remembered why we weren't and all the humor that I had left my body.
"Bye Zachary," I said monotone, heading back to the cafeteria in hopes of finding Lucy.
"Cass, wait-," he started before I cut him off.
"Its Cassandra."
"Fine. Cassandra wait. I don't want us to be like this. I want us to be like before," he said, and I shook my head.
"You know exactly why we can't," I pointed out. His blue eyes showed recognition of what I meant.
"My feelings dont have to put a stop to this friendship. I'm sorry I kissed you without your permission and I'm sorry I popped your bubble. I wasn't thinking in either one of those situations. Now I am."
I said nothing and he took it as an encouraging sign.
"So friends?" he asked hopeful.
I stared at him, weighing his words carefully and I made my decision.
I nodded carefully.
"Friends."
He smiled like he won the lottery and pulled me into a hug, which he quickly pulled out of, scared that he did something wrong.
"That was as friends," he pointed to what we did, clarifying it, and I laughed.
"I know, you dork," I said smiling.
"Phew, so what kind of music is in your 'bubble'?" he asked adding air quotes to the word bubble, making me laugh.
I then pulled out my forgotten earphones.
"Have you ever heard of Ed Sheeran?"
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See? I told you I'd be nice. There's another gift from me to you. I need more enthusiasm though. Would it rude to ask for votes and comments? Please? I'll update the next chapter soon though, but I'll leave you to guess when. ooooo, mysteryyy... (dodges tomato on the way out, waving hands around)
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-M
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