Still Holding On

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❁ TWO DAYS LATER ❁

It was strange how everything seemed to work so fast. Things haven't changed but even then I feel this strange pinch that things may be getting better. Or worst.

When things change, it is human tendency to think of it as positive as that is what anyone desires. Positivity. Everyone just wants to basically forget all the shit going on in their lives. it is weird though how we only expect positivity. We don't even realise that as much as we expect things to go smooth and good, we keep forgetting that there is a possibility that things might go wrong. And then we don't know what to do.

Things are never just meant to go straightforward good and amazing. But yet I am right here, expecting things to be better. What if-what if things don't get better? What if this keeps getting worst and worst and worst and so goes on the endless spiral of my ruined feelings-just expectations.

It was already Friday. School was going shit. Mrs. Forman gave me an extra assignment just cus I was late to her class. I wish I could tell her why I was late. Would she understand? Would she take back the extra assignment if I told her how Jamie-the supposedly new guy-decided to make a scene in the hallway.

I was just walking to class with my books in my hand when Jamie kicked me from the back. It was a good kick, I would give him credit for that. I ended up breaking my glasses. Everyone else in the hallway just stood there like dummies. I wouldn't blame them. Why help a crazy guy when you could just laugh at him?

The kick resulted in a bruise on my lower leg. I didn't really care but it looked bad so I had to get something done for it in the First Aid room.

I entered the class and I saw Jamie and he so called friends giggling at the back. Mrs. Forman just told me to write an essay on The Articles Of Confederation. She didn't even ask as to why was I late. Not that I would have said anything about my encounter in the hallway.

Everyone hated the topic but unfortunately I was the only one who got the extra assignment. Fuck everything.

It was English after AP US History. I was just in the hallway when I noticed Ashley and her girls standing and probably gossiping. I turned back as I had no power or urge to face Ashley the great.

As soon as we got into our seats in English, a guy entered the class. I knew him. Vividly now. It was Jace, Cole's cousin. Looking at him reminded me about the party tonight. Cole and Jace invited me to this party at Cole's place. I am not going. Definitely not. The last time I was at a school party-wait! I was never at a school party. And I had no desire to. I mean I have seen it in shows and movies-everyone gets drunk and everyone is making out, drugs as well I guess.

Not my thing. I would go home, snuggle up in my blanket and read all day long. Anyways I still wanna know what happens to Lara Jean and Peter Kavinsky from To All The Boys I've Loved Before book series. I just had around 100 more pages to read.

But what was Jace doing in this class. I never saw him in this class. Hell I never even knew he was in my class.

"Everyone seems settled. Well, Good Afternoon." Mr. Ken said with his thin voice. Of all the lessons, I loved English the most. I don't know if it was the reading of books or the peace in the class that I liked. But at the end of the day, English lesson made me feel the closest to normal. And I guess that mattered after all.

"This is Jace Gray. He will be joining in this class from today onwards." Mr. Ken informed.

The only seat that was empty was next to me. The spot was vacant so Jace just came and sat next to me.

He looked at me. And then smiled at me.

There's no way I am going to his party tonight.

Not after this.

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Sorry for this late update. My exams just got over and I am finally free somehow.

Anyways. Something is going down at the party.

Votes and comments are really appreciated.

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