The Relationship Writer

The Relationship Writer - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

For the next few days, Aaron ignored me.

Aaron still walked me to school, of course. My mother still wouldn't allow me to go by myself. I did most of the ignoring on the way to school, and for a while, Aaron still wouldn't shut up. But after about a week of giving him the cold shoulder, I think he finally understood that I didn't want to hear how "sorry" he was.

He's been ignoring me ever since.

I should've been happy. Ecstatic, actually. But it was weird. There was a slight pang in my chest every time I watched him walk past. I usually told myself that it was just because of a bad breakfast, or even because I was stressed out about homework, but anyone would know that none of those were true. Buttered toast couldn't possibly cause me heartburn for an entire day, and just the thought of getting anxiety over homework was almost foreign to me. It was horrible.

Not to sound like an overly dramatic, cliched, All Time Low-obsessed teenage girl, but I needed therapy. I was a walking travesty. But I most definitely did not smile at everything. Putting on fake smiles was not my thing. I was reserved.

The bell rang, signaling the end of second period. Everyone left in a rush; they all despised the class. I'm not gonna lie and say I did, too. I wasn't the kind of girl to hate any class. In fact, I was the kind of girl who loved every class. But for some reason, today was not my day.

It seemed like the entire week was not my week. And if this went on, I wouldn't be able to have a single good minute until the end of high school.

I never thought the day would come. The day I finally dreaded going to journalism.

All because of Aaron.

I couldn't stand having Aaron ignoring me. Even though I didn't want to admit it to anyone, including myself, it was killing me inside. It was killing me, how badly I really missed him.

Taking a deep breath and holding it, I walked to my locker. Maybe I should just unlock it and stick my head inside for the rest of the day. Wallowing in my own misery couldn't be worse than facing the cause of said misery.

I pulled my first and second period supplies out of my bag, carelessly shoving them into my locker. My bag was refilled with notebooks and a single english textbook. Zipping up my bag, I stepped away from my locker. I contemplated again whether I should just hide inside for the rest of the day. It was all very tempting, really. But then I realized how utterly ridiculous I was being.

I turned around after closing my locker. The normal bustle of the hallway was gone. There were only a few students still standing against the wall casually, obviously uncaring about being late to class. I almost gasped when I glanced at the wall clock.

Only less than a minute left to get to class.

I double-checked that my locker was completely locked, and then I quickly made my way down the hall. Albeit I was late, I couldn't run. Some teachers were still standing at their doors, nice enough to still let students in. It was great, really. But it would've been even better if Mr. Wright was nice enough to do so. And it would've been nice to be able to sprint to class without being reprimanded.

Halfway down the hall to Mr. Wright's class, the bell rang again. My arms fell limply to my sides, and I almost dropped all my books. I was officially late.