When I See You Again

Chapter 6: You!?

I woke up Monday morning with murder on my mind.

I had spent the previous night in a very heated argument with my mother about how I did not want to go to school.

Okay, obviously I'm gonna have to go to school, I just felt that it was wrong to make me go three days after moving. I figured I would have at least a week to mentally prepare myself, but no, of course not because that would be crazy.

To make matters even worse, I didn't have a car yet, so I was forced to take the bus. I don't do buses. Nevertheless though, I had to make my way up the filthy steps and take a seat on one of the grimy seats. Everyone was staring at me, and I mean everyone. Not just the kids on the bus, but also the townspeople as I walked to the bus stop. I guess Cedar Creek doesn't get too many newcomers.

The day passed by agonizingly slow, it had felt as though hours had passed, when really it was only third period. At least it was my free period though.

I took a seat near the back of the classroom. The other kids had only just started to file in, so I looked around at all those already seated. A girl with striking pink hair stood out, aside from here, there was another girl with warm brown hair, with her back facing me. Two other guys sat beside them, one with black framed glasses and the other sat with a skateboard visibly stuffed into his bag, who kept brushing his hands through his dark brown hair. But it seemed as if he was trying to make it look more messy, instead of fixing it.

As more people entered and took their seats, the teacher welcomed us, but after that I zoned out, thinking about what I'd do after school.

Soon the roll call started, "Olivia Thompson?"

I saw the pink haired girl raise her hand and announce her presence.

It was the next name which made me have a frenzy and drop the pencil I was twirling around my fingers. The second I heard the words , "Aspen Samuels," my eyes widened. Ducking down to pick the pencil back up saved me from all the awkward stares I was getting, especially from meeting her eyes

Just a few names later, the teacher called my name out, which made the brown haired girl whip her head around. Her sky blue eyes were dead set on me and for just a second they wandered around to take in the features of my face. My lips curved into their usual smirk before I realized what I was doing and I watched as her eyes widened even more. Usually I don't mind girls checking me out, in fact, that happened so often that I was accustomed to it by now, but the feel of her eyes staring at me was different. It unleashed scars deeper than my skin could bare.

Her stare broke off what felt like hours later, though it had only been seconds.

"You?!" she bellowed, her voice rang across the classroom.

The teacher smiled, "Ah, looks like someone's familiar with our new student. Perhaps you can help him settle in."

"No!" She shouted, sounding panicked. I have to admit, it hurt a little.

Her rather rude response resulted in her getting sent out into the hall, which I was thankful for because I didn't want to have to stare at her all period.

When the bell rang I practically bolted out of class, I needed to get away. But the second I turned the corner out of class, I was met with her eyes, causing me to come to a halt.

"Wesley?" The girl whispered with curious eyes.

When I stared at her with a blank expression but didn't answer, she continued.

"It's Aspen. Aspen Samuels. Do you remember me?" Her voice was quiet and shaky.

Aspen. Of course, it was Aspen. That was the name that I used to know so well. That was the name of the girl who made me the happiest I had ever been and then broke me. I wanted to smile and yell that yes, it was me. I wanted to run up to her and wrap her in a hug while spinning around laughing. I wanted things to go back to normal. But at the same time, I wanted to scream and shout at her. I wanted to hurt her the way that she hurt me, but I knew that wasn't possible. She could never feel the pain that I felt. I hated her with every fiber in my being.