Things were finally looking up, but it didn't take long for everything to come crashing right back down again. Now, Scarlett feels like her life is spiraling out of control. One aspect of her life after another keeps getting flipped completely upsid...
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"Hey, Scarlett, I haven't seen you around in awhile." Turner says as he walks over to where the brunette's doing her work on the bench in the school hallway.
"Yep, been busy."
"With what?"
"You're lookin' at it." She says, not lifting her head from her notes.
"Right." He nods. "Chet called last night, asked about you."
"Yeah? What bogus story did he feed Shawn about where he is this time?" The teenager asks, and he sighs.
"Said he was on Airforce One with the president." He tells her, and she nods. "Take it he does this sort of thing often?"
"Disappear and then tell Shawn a load of crap that he's all too willing to believe because he loves his dad? No, not at all." She says sarcastically. "Why do you think he's living with you?"
"You alright?"
"Shawn and Cory told you what happened with Eric." It's not a question.
"They're worried about you." He tells her.
"So Shawn asked that you talk to me, try to make me feel better by being the adult that I can count on, the one I always call when shit hits the fan."
"Hey, language, kid. Not at school, at least." He says, and she scoffs.
"I'm fine, Turner. Tell Shawn that there's nothing to worry about." Letty says, still writing.
"He says that you've shut down." He sits beside her and sees that she's not actually doing work anymore, she's taken to drawing in the margins. "You wanna talk about it?"
"Not really."
"Come on, kid. He's worried about you." Turner tells her. "And I gotta be honest, the longer I sit here, the more worried I become."
"I'm fine."
"So you've said, but you haven't looked up once since I walked over." He says, and she shakes her head. "You can't bottle everything up all the time, it's not good for you."
"What do you want me to say? That the one person I never thought would say anything to deliberately hurt me did exactly that because we got into an argument? You want me to say that I don't feel any better about the situation even after he apologized for what he said? You want me to say that I feel a little bit better having gotten that off my chest?" She asks. "Well, he hurt me, he apologized, I don't forgive him, and I still feel like shit. Thanks for the talk." The brunette grabs her backpack as she stands up, and then she walks away from him.
