Not Very Stereotypical.

Chapter Thirty Nine

Monday morning. The frost that settled over the grass the night before had began to melt and the distant echo of the waves seemed humble. My mind was as fresh as the tears that were curdling on my pillows. I did my time listening to heartbreak songs, sobbing. Now I was ready to go back to school and give him a shoulder colder than the Arctic.

I plucked at my grey ripped jeans whilst sitting at the kitchen island, eating my breakfast. I hadn't been on my phone since Friday and if I'm being honest, I wasn't looking forward to turning it back on. I wasn't looking forward to seeing petty excuses or half hearted apologies that I am sure would've already been used on half the opposing school's cheer team.

"Are you finished being sad now?" Timmy asked innocently, a fire of cheekiness sparking in his eyes as he took a gulp of orange juice out of his rocket ship cup. I couldn't help but smile at him. After the dramatics on Friday, Timmy joined me in bed on the Saturday and engulfed in a sweet coma with me as we ate all of our trick or treat goodies.

"Of course buddy." I said, offering him my fist to bump. He grinned at me and continued his breakfast. Dad then turned around from his very cautious place by the coffee machine. He definitely knew the day was going to come but seeing his daughter heartbroken definitely was one of the worst challenges he faced as a single dad.

"There's a fair tonight." He said, unfolding a leaflet decorated his bright neon lights. "Maybe you could take Timmy." He suggested, a face attempting to look comforting asked me.

"What do you say, dude?" I asked, looking down at Timmy, who now had crumbs from his toast spread around his mouth. Nodding enthusiastically, I didn't get a verbal response and we simply agreed mutually.

Stepping outside before jumping the in the car, I let out a shaky breath, veiling my lips with a silky mist, and I bunched the fabric of my jumper over her fists to protect my fingers. Grasping at the car's handle, I hopped in and after putting my seatbelt on, I immediately placed my hands under my thighs in hope that they'd warm up. I closed my eyes for a moment to stop the blur of the street from causing me dizziness.

I had no clue what I'd do if I saw him today, but one thing was for certain- I was not going to speak to him. The hum of the music distanced my thoughts and I managed to escape for a moment, calming myself and yet again numbing the remaining pain. "Are you going to get out today?" Dad said, looking at me through the mirror from his seat in the front.

Laughing whimsically, I sigh, looking out my window and up at the building ahead of me. I'd never really been this anxious about facing the building, not even on my first day. The news would have spread no doubt and accompanied by thousands of rumours and I had yet to face any of them. Shaking my head to release the thoughts I took a deep breath and got out of the car.

Eyes didn't turn to me like they did on the first day of school, they almost avoided me. With my main character presence, i simply strutted down the corridor, a facade I had only ever practiced doing in my dreams. Blurring my thoughts, I walked straight towards my locker and as expected, Jackson was stood there, fumbling on his phone. I only looked at him briefly, his hair was messy and his eye bags rough and dark but I couldn't think too much into it.

The moment was going to happen and I knew that but I wasn't so prepared for it to happen now. I couldn't put it off however, so as I took a deep breath in, I walked towards my locker.

"Bethan. You haven't answered my texts all weekend where have you been?" He asked rolling off his list of questions as I quickly unlocked my locker. A note fell down as I opened the locker, the handwriting familiar to the boy stood next to me. Ignoring the piece of card as it dropped to the floor, he continued and talked in my ear as I began sorting through my things. I didn't even manage to look at him, I felt nauseous glancing at the lips as the worlds fell from his mouth.