In A 100 Days

"Care to go for a ride?"

And... I was right.

A week had passed, and distancing myself from Caleb and the rest of my friends was proving to be damn near impossible. I was seriously starting to consider a blonde wig and sunglasses to stop them from finding me more. Of course it has to be me that has the least common and most noticeable hair colour in the school

You'd think after a full week they would give up communicating with someone who did their level best to ignore their texts and messages and avoid them as much as they could. But I had seriously underestimated them.

Keisha had threatened to borrow Valentina's mother's infamous slippers and throw them at me if I kept ignoring her calls and texts. Valentina had sent me a voice recording of her yelling at me in Spanish (for which I had to use google translate for) and demanding an explanation.  Damien had kept throwing paper planes at the back of my head in Math class with 'are you ok?' 'Why are you ignoring us?' 'If the group did something wrong, please tell me so I can smack them for you' notes written on them.

Diego had whispered to me in Social Science class that he would, and I quote, 'Call me a nickname in Italian like the one he has for Keisha if it would make me talk to them again' and Lee had cornered me in the library and offered to let me borrow one of his favourite books (Which he never lets anyone touch) if it would make me at least talk to him since, and again, I quote, 'you're the only one I'm not embarrassed to be seen in public with'. I had almost hugged him.

Trust me, I had very nearly, and so many times, nearly slipped up and told them everything, but I always stopped myself before I could. There was always that little voice in the back of my head.

You'll only continue to get closer to them if you don't avoid them. Your death will impact them more.

So I kept on avoiding them. No matter how much it hurt all of us.

The final bell of the day rung signifying that school was over. I raced to my locker, ducking my head to hide my face, and began to put back the books from my last class as quickly as I could. I managed to put them all in with only dropping two. A huge achievement for me.

I finished putting in the last textbook, and closed my locker door.

Only to find Caleb leaning against the locker beside me with his arms crossed.

I had barely seen the blonde kid since yesterday in the hospital, And he did not look happy whatsoever.

"Sunshine" I greeted him out of habit.

"Carrots."

Neither of us say anything for a while, and I pretend to find the walls and lockers very interesting all of a sudden, while he keeps his gaze on me. I intently keep my eyes on anything and everything but him.

I finally break the silence between us when my face begins to grow warm from being under his stare for so long.

"How are yo-" Caleb cuts me off. Rude ass.

"Cut it with the bullshit Carrots. What's wrong?". I swallow nervously, and force myself to bring my attention back to him. I don't want him to fully realize that something was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong. Look, I need to get to Mrs. Miller's for my shift." I try to walk past him, but he gently but firmly tugs me by my arm sleeve back to where I was standing.

"Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" He furrows his eyebrows, most likely racking his brain, trying to remember where and when he had upset me.

I shook my head. "You didn't upset me. I've just been busy". Hiding from him, but I didn't say that out loud.

"Doing what?" He scoffs, his eyebrow raised. Caleb knows my timetable almost as well as I do, and he knows for sure I haven't been busy with studying or homework.