Just Because I Met You

Chapter 39

Back to school the next with Jaycee walking by my side had everyone at the most, confused.

All the attention was on us, again.

"They're friends again?"

Yes, we're friends again, obviously.

"I'm kind of liking this attention."  Jaycee said.

I chuckled, "Of course, you do. I'm hating it."

"What happen to Dylan?" Jaycee asked.

I looked to where she was looking and seen him. His face was bruised pretty bad, "You know football is tough."

"Helmets Arianna, duh!"

"Oh yeah.. Then I don't know.."

We continued to walk through the halls, and at one point we walked directly past Jared. I tried to avoid his presence nearing but couldn't help but watch how he literally walks past me like I'm nothing.

Way before, I knew he didn't necessarily do it on purpose. But now I know that he means it this time.

I'm nothing to him anymore and there's nothing that's gonna change my mind about it unless he tells me otherwise.

He literally told me to my face yesterday that he could care less about me. I don't know why he doesn't, or what I did but it made my heart break completely. I cried for so long about it in the bathroom and not once did he come back to apologize, or check up on me.

I looked a total mess when I finished crying. My eyes were swollen and red. When he saw me come out of the bathroom, he glanced at me, then continued walking.

He doesn't care anymore.

I've been trying so hard to convince myself that everything will go back to normal, but with him moving into another home and him not talking to me whatsoever, its hard to believe.

I fucking love Jared and he should know!

I didn't plan for myself to fall in love with the dickhead.

But I also didn't plan for myself to get heartbroken by him, either so I guess things don't always go the way you want.

"What the hell was that?" Jaycee asked after he was out of sight.

My lip quivered, and her mouth dropped and eyes expanded.

"Alright, alright. Let's go to the bathroom, now!"

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bathroom, yelling at all the other girls to get out.

She turned around towards me, "What happen?"

Tears dropped from my eyes, and a small sob escaped my lips trying to tell her. She brought me into a hug. "Last night he straight told me that he could care less about me."

"Why?!"

I shrugged, "I don't know! I asked him so many times, what I did. Yet, every time I did, he ignored me and it killed me. He made me feel like the true definition of trash last night. Not once did he care to apologize, check up on me, or anything. He saw me. Visually, saw me walk out of the bathroom. Tears still in my eyes, and he walked right past me. Nothing."

She wiped my tears, "First of all, he's an ass hole. Second of all, I'm going to beat his ass! Would you like for me to talk to him?"

I shook my head, "No. Just leave it be. I want him to talk to me on his own terms, not forced terms."

She cracked a little smile, "Right, because you know I will strap him to a chair and torture him til he does."

I chuckled, "You're psycho."