Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

47- Let's Do This

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I chickened out.

When Dean asked if I was ready to go to the diner so we could discuss things, I blurted out a lie about having to pick up Justin from practice. He obviously saw through it but didn't do anything about it.

Ugh. I was so close to just ending the circles we ran in but I couldn't do it. As much as I was willing to forgive Dean, I felt like I needed some time. He might've sensed that from my reaction. He always had a knack for figuring me out.

Deep down, I was scared he wouldn't tell me about Skylar. It had to do with my fear of rejection, maybe? Which was stupid because I knew he liked me. He was the one pursuing me! So why was I so scared?

It didn't help that Ben decided to make a sudden reappearance. All these sudden apologies had my head spinning. Why now? Why me?

I didn't know what to think of it. All I knew is that I needed to tell Reece about it.

Soon though.

For the next two days, I kept getting little gifts in my locker. It ranged from flowers to cards to letters. Every time I got something new, I made it a point to keep the old gift in there. My locker was getting ridiculously full by that point, but I wanted him to know that I wasn't going to be easily swayed.

My mind couldn't process why he suddenly wanted to be friends.

Ugh, just when I thought life was getting easier, it kept throwing curveballs at me. It was ridiculous at this point.

He hadn't confronted me in person since the day I bumped into him. If he hadn't, I wouldn't even know all these gifts were from him in the first place. But now, he wasn't making another in-person effort.

I wish he did. It would've been so much easier to see his intentions if we talked face to face. That way I'd have a hint of emotion coming from him. All these 'gifts', as nice as they were, were impersonal. It really didn't count unless an apology left his lips.

As I was walking to my locker after lunch, I caught a flash of dirty blond hair nearby. Before he saw me, I ducked into the nearest hallway and peered my head around.

Ben skillfully opened my locker. How he got the combination, I had no idea. Then he shoved a small teddy bear in there.

Having enough, I walked up to him. His back was to me so he hadn't seen me yet. "You know, apologies mean more if they're made in person."

He tensed before slowly turning around. "Actions speak louder than words." 

Or you're a coward.

"How'd you get my locker combination?" I crossed my arms and raised an accusing brow. He awkwardly shifted on his heels and I knew he wouldn't be answering. Rolling my eyes, I impatiently tapped my foot. "Alright. What do you want?"

"I'm so–" He stopped and furrowed his brows. He settled on saying, "Your forgiveness." If he wanted it that bad, he could've said sorry.

"Ironic how the tables of turned," I bitterly laughed. "Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why now? Why at all? Do you even feel remorse for the way you treated me?"

His jaw pulsed. "Well, you said some pretty harsh things to me too. I needed time to get over that."

Now that was true. I regretted the words that left my mouth that night. It was low to tell Ben that his dad was disgusted by him, but I was in the heat of the moment.