This Can't Be The End

Chapter 6

I walk into school Monday morning to be greeted with Ryver, standing in front of my locker. 

I walk up to my to my locker,  and Ryver's very tall figure stares down at me. 

Damn he's tall. 

Of course my 5'2 figure is small compared to his, what? Maybe 6'1 or 6'3?

Stop thinking about his height!

"Im sorry." He says moving away from my locker. But still standing close to me. 

"It's fine." I say giving him a fake smile. Im not sure what he's apologizing about what he said yesterday. But whatever it is fine. 

Im not mad, but that doesn't mean, I'm just going to be friends with him. I mean this could be the first of many times that  he decides to be rude. 

Yes, I'm a very paranoid person. At least I'm aware. 

"I know it's not so Im sorry." 

"Just stop apologizing!" I say a little too harsh. 

Why am I always so mean!

"Okay." He says, nodding twice. He looks angry now. "Whatever, I should've taken a hint."

"Ryver-"

"No, no I get."  He says, but I could see a look in his eyes, that I cant decipher. 

Just like that he's gone. 

And it's all my fault. 

Of course a billion things course my mind, like every other time. I can barely breath. I can barely walk. Not again. 

Breath in, breath out. 

Nope this isn't helping. I start walking towards the bathroom. But I can't make it, so instead I settle on sitting against a locker, in an empty hallway. I hear the bell go off at some point. 

My vision blurred by my tears. Its been months since I've had a panic attack. 

Why the hell is this triggering it?

Maybe that's not what triggered maybe it's something else. 

 I see a figure coming closer to me. But I can barely tell who it is from my blurry vision. 

"Ensleey?" I hear the persons voice. 

Ryver. 

I don't say anything I don't think I can. 

I can feel that he is now seated next to me. 

A few minutes later I feel okay, I think it barely lasted ten minutes. To my relief, I look over to see Ryver still here. 

He's still here. 

"Are you okay?" He asks. 

Wait, does he care? 

Why am I asking myself that!

"Yeah." I have no idea what to say. 

"What happened?" He asks concern lacing his voice. 

"N-nothing." I stutter over the word. 

To my surprise he pulls me to him, setting us in awkward hug. Nevertheless comforting. 

I shouldn't like this. 

Awhile later, we pull away and he wipes my cheeks hesitantly. As if I'm fragile like a piece of glass at his grandmas. 

I think thats a way to say it considering when I used go to my grandmas she would give me the stink eye if I touched one of her precious glass cups.