"Chapter 8
Sunday night, I didn't sleep a wink.
I couldn't, knowing that the next day was going to be the end of me.
The whole of Sunday, I was at Hunter's house, crying in his room, and even now, I was lying awake after having bawled my eyes out. After breaking up with Aaron, I just ran back out, and straight to Hunter's house, and after that, I refused to go home.
My heart felt heavy, and I wanted tomorrow to never come.
My mind drifted to Aaron again, and a pang of sorrow shot through me.
I didn't mean to say what I said. I was hurt, and it got to me. I wanted to hurt him for his lack of trust in me, but once the words tumbled out of my mouth, I couldn't take them back, even if I got on my knees and begged for his forgiveness.
I sighed and rolled on to my side, tugging at my hair and holding against my nose to check its length.
My eyes felt puffy, and kept closing, but I refused to give in. I forced myself awake, and sat up, clutching my head in my hands.
I glanced briefly at the clock - 4:33 a.m.
I rose from the bed, making Hunter snort and roll over, and began pacing the floor.
What was I going to do?
Should I even go to school?
I couldn't face my classmates. I was weak. I wouldn't be able to withstand their judging eyes, their snide comments, their venomous thoughts.
And worst of all, I wouldn't have Aaron to shield me, to be my pillar of strength.
I dropped to the floor, letting out a choked sob, hiding my face with my arms as they rested on my knees.
How was I going to face everyone? My teachers, my classmates... How?!
There was more rustling on the bed, and Hunter's scratchy voice yawned sleepily.
"Alex?"
I didn't reply, afraid that if I did, I would start crying hysterically again.
"Alex?" Hunter sounded panicked, and I felt the bed jerk behind my back.
There was a sigh of relief, and more movement as Hunter got off the bed, and sat next to me, his stron..." http://wattpad.com/story/3324449
