Reaching out to people sometimes doesn't work out the way others intend it to. Inez faced the brute force of those consequences when beginning to tackle the wall that was Sebastian.
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Plagued by loneliness since childhood, seventeen-year-old Inez...
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I let out a deafening bellow into my pillow. The frustration that had been wallowing in me for days now only continued to grow. Events from the past two weeks flew through my mind, swallowing up any concentration I've needed for volleyball and school work. It was almost impossible to focus on anything but Sebastian right now. For many reasons.
However, one of the main ones was that I didn't know what to do. How could I get him to slowly open up to me? My skill for reading people barely ever worked on him. Now and then, he'd give me something. His eyes held emotions in rare moments. I knew he was lonely and hurt. Other than that, he refused to give up anything else. Every time I've tried to get closer, he's pushed me away.
My mind flit back to every conversation we've had these past two weeks that I've noticed him. When I ran into him that day in Mr. Carter's class. The day in the nurse's office where he and I got hurt. In the dark hallway with Jake hunting him down around the school. And, last but not least, the conversation after being called to the principal's office.
They all ended with his broad shoulders towards me. His back slowly retreated. No matter how hard I tried, there was no way to reach out and stop him. Something, anything just to gain his attention again. To tell him it's okay, and that I'm here for him. The progress I thought I was making seems for naught now.
"Fudge!" I cursed, flinging myself off of my bed. My right hand held a volleyball plush. I gave it a good toss, spiking it down to the ground with my left hand.
"Is everything okay up there?" my mom suddenly asked.
She popped through the door, her glasses balancing precariously on the tip of her nose. I pointed to my nose, letting her know that she needs to push them up. She looked down and let out a quiet laugh. A small shove brought the lenses back into place at the bridge of her nose.
"Everything's good, Mom," I answered, letting out a chuckle.
"Are you sure? I heard that scream from down the hall," she responded worriedly.
Her thin eyebrows furrowed together, creating an eleven between them. Her hazel eyes gazed at me with concern, making my heart warm. Although my parents were never always around, they always showed how much they cared for me whenever they could. The effort they exerted was obvious to me.
"Of course. Thanks for worrying about me," I chirped, laying beside my pillows.
She gave me a small smile, her plump lips curving upwards. She had light bags under her eyes, and her usually curly brown locks were thrown into a rough bun. Mom was comfortable and living inside of her silk pyjamas. She's had the entire weekend off with dad. Which was a very rare occurrence in their line of work. I was grateful that they could both finally rest.
