Save Me

Lance's Textbook Hates Me

(Jedediah's POV)

Ahkmenrah gives me the same advice I already know.

"Well if you really love him you will let him be happy in his relationship and try to move on. Even though that will be really hard."

I guess that's what I should do. I mean, there isn't much else I can do about it.

I started talking to Octavius again in class. It's hard to get my brain to think of him as just a friend. And Lance has been acting off lately. I try to talk to him, but he'll ignore what I said or shoot me a glare. At lunch he mostly just talks to Octavius and glares at me.
Today, Octavius isn't here. I think he's sick or something.

I see Lance sitting down at our table with his arms crossed and a very angry look on his face.

"What's up?" I ask. I feel a bit wary sitting next to him, Lance doesn't look happy at all.

"I know you like Octavius."

My face goes completely red, but then drains to a sickly pale colour from his next words.

"Stay away from him! He's my boyfriend and you've been trying to interfere the whole time we've been dating!" Lance angrily yells at me.

I flinch away from him, standing up after he does.

"I haven't been trying to interfere!" I fight off tears for what seems like the thousandth time this week, "You two have been the ones that are ignoring me! And I can't just stop my feelings for Octavius."

"Well you should!" Lance glares at me, I've never seen him this angry. How could such a small thing make him this furious?

"I-" I try to talk reason into him, but I'm cut off by him hitting me with a textbook.

I throw my arms up to stop him from hitting me again.

He just glares at me again and says, "Get away from my table."

The bell rings and I scurry to my next class. I haven't eaten lunch yet, but I don't really care.

I have PE next, with Lance, and that's not going to go well.

My face hurts from getting hit by the textbook. I guess it looks bad because my PE teacher tells me to go to the nurse.

It's all a bit of a blur, it's more because of how I lost Lance as a friend than getting hit. Before I know it the day is over and I'm on the bus. I curl up on my seat all alone and listen to the music on the buses radio.

(A/N: Writers block keeps hitting me and I'm sufFERING)