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Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT
Everything seemed normal as I headed into school the next morning. The world seemed to stop    almost, when the wind from pushing open the doors hit my face. Everyone seemed like stereotypical middle school students today for some reason.
There's a group of people bouncing a ball around in the corner.
Girls giggled at what they perceived as good looking boys, and people who didn't want to be there,were surprisingly there.
In the corner of my eye I witnessed Bailey and Colten kissing his arms wrapped her waist tightly. As much as I was bitter about the situation with Bailey I wasn't going to pretend I wasn't happy for her because well I was. Clara usually stayed upstairs to avoid Bailey's ever watchful glance. She had eagle eyes for Clara which made me laugh, because I remember a time when she could care less who was smitten with her boyfriend, she knew that she was his. Maybe she watched too many inaccurate rom- coms or something like that. Then I laughed again, she wasn't the rom- com type, she was the indecisive type, which was funny considering she made up her mind with Colten.
But then again that was different, Cotlen was the one for her as I've mentioned before it was obvious.
The morning went by so fast as though nothing even happened. At lunch Bailey pulled me aside, with a questioning look on her face. The unconfidence she displayed was both uncanny and unlike her in character. We looked at each other ominously for a few moments and then I spoke, thankful that my backpack was in my locker or else I would have dropped it.

" Look Bailey", I said fervently ''I hope we can still be friends. I miss you ."
" Really?" she said with a mocking laughter, " You have done a fabulous job ignoring me.
" You haven't done so bad ignoring me yourself!" I pointed out.
  " Well yes" she agreed, " That's because I have a reason to ignore you.
" You have a reason to ignore me?" I replied baffled, " All because I said that one word"
" Well think about it Aubrey!" she retorted, " It took you way too long to tell me, something which you knew should have been said a year ago".
" Do you honestly think I didn't take that into account?" I insisted.

The anger was mounting in me and I couldn't hold it in any longer. Bailey was not going to make me look like a fool. I was sure of that.  Tears came down both of our faces, and Bailey walked away. "Running away to Colten of course" I muttered under my breath. I walked away, also heading towards the cafeteria to grab lunch. Food, at this point, was the only thing that was going to save me right now.

Afterschool commenced and I almost forgot what day it was. Today was our first home game of the season. When I started out on the team 3 years ago I always thought that the home games would start the season. It made sense to me and still does. The game was due to start in 45 minutes, and I am nervous. Home games always get me good. We as a school have had excellent home game winning records, and awards. Up until 2 years ago. The home game went on smoothly as planned. We played well but Highland Heights did as well. The game hopefully ended and the roar that erupted from the crowd would have broken the speaker system. The score took everyone's breath away, but I thought it could be larger.

Walking through the crowded gymnasium my phone rang. It buzzed and I was afraid it would give me an electric shock. The notification showed that I got a text from a friend of whom I haven't spoken too in about six or seven years. His face was still gorgeous and I gagged. This guy was the only guy that understood me for me. Although we were younger we thought we had it all. The thought of him made me laugh. However I knew the direction it would go, and I let it go.
Moving on from Bailey and Luke  seemed to be the most logical thing to do. I mean Luke was just bad as Bailey and even more. I left the room and called Blake to come and pick me up. My stomach lurched and I felt if I stayed in this room any longer I would be sick. He waved at me through the window and I waved back. Walking to the door a gust of wind hit my face, slapping me hard, and I thought I was going to get a shock. He ruffled my hair and gave me a smile. We drove home and he started to play music. His 80's rap might have messed with my eardrums. I laughed and turned the music down. My hair smelt like it hasn't been washed in awhile and food seemed like a saving grace. As soon as I entered the house my feet zoomed  to the kitchen, the rest of my body following with it. I gulped down a half cheese half meat cassarole, washed down with water. The bathroom door was locked and I tried the bolt at least twice before I yelled for Blake. He opened the door and I went in throwing off my clothes, and dosing my hair in water. The towel wrapped around my head wobbled, and It felt like it would hit me square in the face.