Chapter 11

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What is going on here? Everything flashed before my eyes. I just walked in the school to my locker and see Heather kiss Ross on the cheek. M-Maybe it was just a friendly kiss, yeah that's it.

Heather & Ross:(kiss)

Laura:(tears up mumbling to herself) Or not

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing!

The bell rang and everyone walked to class. I hid in a corner and waited till Ross & Heather were gone. I waited for a minute or 2 and take a tiny peek and see them gone. I slowly walk out and go to my locker. I was tearing up now, I wouldn't call this crying but call it what you want. I just coudln't believe it. I wiped my tears away and got my things together for first class. I have to talk to him about this. I then walk in the class and everyone's attention were all on me. Ross was looking at me briefly then soon stopped and looked down at his desk. I feel sad and hurt but let it go and sit in my new seat since Heather took mine. That no good--

Mr. Tuvalu: Why are you late Ms. Marano?

Laura: Sorry, I slept in

Mr. Tuvalu:(rolls his eyes and goes back to teaching)

I wasn't listening to a word he was saying, I just couldn't. I had to much on my plate to focus on that boring lesson, all I could think about is what's going on with Ross & Heather? It's killing me in the inside and I just have to know what's going on, if I don't then I just might explode.

A few hours later

A few hours past and it's my last class of the day. I haven't spoken to Ross since I never got a chance. I think he's avoiding me or something. Whenever I see him, he always walks away right after leaving me completely confused. I don't know what's going on, I need to figure out what is happening to him and I. The bell rang and I quickly got out of my seat and quickly walked over to my locker. When I do, I see Ross...... with Heather. What the heck is going on between those two? I just casually walk over to my locker packing my things. I caught a glimpse of them at the corner of my eye and see Heather whispering something into Ross's ear. It sounded like bad news or something bc he didn't seem so happy with what she had to say. He was gonna say something back since his mouth was open ready to talk but nothing came out. Strange. I close my locker sliding my bag over my right shoulder and walk out of the school to home. I would ask Ross to give me a lift but as you can see, I'm kind of in a bad mood with him and not in good speaking terms. Just then, I hear a familiar voice shout my name from behind. I take a deep breathe. Ross.

Ross:(catches up to her) Hey

Laura:(ignores him keeps walking)

Ross:(sighs) I know you're mad with me and I'm sorry

Laura:(still ignores him)

Ross: Laura please (grabs her wrist)

I stop in my tracks trying not to snap at him. I hate it when someone pulls my arm, I just hate it and he knows that. I just look at him with an annoyed look on my face. He has a realization expression on his face and quickly lets go of his grip on my wrist.

Ross: Sorry

Laura:(sighs) What do you want Ross?

Ross: To talk

Laura: Funny, bc I've been trying to talk to you all day but you seemed like you didn't want to and now, neither do I (walks away)

Ross:(walks with her but from behind a bit) I'm sorry Laura, I really am

Laura: Nice try Ross

Ross: Laur please

Laura: No

Ross: What do you want me to say then?

Laura: I don't want you to think of anything, I just want a explanation

Ross: What?

Laura: W-Why did you kiss Heather this morning at our lockers?

Ross: What are you talking about?

Laura:(turns to him) Stop lying to me!! I know you two kissed! I saw you!!

Ross:(surprised) Y-You did?

Laura:(shakes her head) I knew it. H-How could you?

Ross: Laura I--

Laura: Just stop will you?! I don't want to hear it (walks away)

Ross: Laur wait (grabs her wrist again)

Laura:(snaps) STOP THAT!!!

Ross:(lets go slowly) Sorry

Laura: Ross just leave me alone

Ross: Laura I have to say something to you first

Laura: What is it?

Ross: I-I'm breaking up.....

Laura:(shocked)

Ross: With you

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