He Stayed|

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It's been three weeks since the incidents and I haven't even thought about it once.

I hang out with Noah way more often, mainly because Ava still has her crush on Aiden and drags me along into it, but I can't say I hate it.

It's nice when she tries new things and most of the time she ends up saying something silly to try and impress him, which makes me laugh a bit.

Noah has also been involved in whatever shady work he usually does and I don't question it anymore, if he wants to not-tell me I won't ask.

Or more like you tried to ask and he shut you down with a look.

Maybe I did try to ask a few times.

I was curious.

The devil, herself, finally moved out, well she traveled again and I didn't bother asking where because I don't care.

I've also been spending a lot more time in Noah's place, because sometimes I get bored in the house and I have no where else to go. It's been fun but I still have this gut feeling that it won't last long.

I mean I love the place I'm in now, I haven't self harmed in a while, my relationship with the most people in my life is smooth and these past few days have been really stress free, except for school, but I've been going for the mentor men-tee programs and I feel like I'm better, at least now most people don't cringe when I raise up my hand to answer a question.

But still,

There's this nagging feeling at the back of my head.

I'm not going to self sabotage this for myself when things are going well, I'll just suppress the stupid feeling.

I just finished dropping Ava off at her place and I'm heading over to meet Alex, Its about 6 pm because we stayed late at school with Aiden for a project.

Oh, yeah,

Things with Alex and I have also been going smoothly, Ava thinks he likes me or something but I have to strongly disagree, I think he's just friends with me.

I mean he hasn't made any advances on me so I really don't think he likes me that way, and really I could never like him that way either.

I later found out the reason why he gave me his number the first day we met....

He saw my scars, and then he told me he was a survivor too and showed me his, I felt really embarrassed and closed off for while, but we started hanging out more.

I'm dressed casually in the usual black sweatshirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers.

I'm just meant to meet him over at the Jacod's bar off his street and I've been driving for about four hours and I still can't find it.

And to be honest I'm getting really frustrated over it!

How hard is it to find a stupid bar??

Okay, I'm not going to get angry over it I'll just call him.

I pull over at the nearest parking spot and whip out my phone from my purse.

Pick up.....Pick up......Pick up......

"Hey, what's up?" I hear on the line.

Thank God he answered.

"Sorry I'm late I just can't seem to fi-"

"I'm not available at the moment so you know what to do" I'm cut off by him again and it doesn't take me long to realise this is a stupid message.

Where in the world is he??