"Leave me alone", I said as I trudged through the rain. I missed my bus because I was hiding in the bathroom stall to avoid meeting Jace. Seeing that it was Jace, driving after me, it's apparent that I'd failed. I kept my hoodie on and held my bag in front of me trying to protect it from getting wet and Jace persistently followed.
"Come on", he wand down his window, "It's raining, you might as well get in. I'm offering you a ride."
"Thanks but no thanks", I replied, "I'll walk."
"Why are you being so stubborn?"
"Why are you so damn persistent?" I wanted to cut all ties with Jace, at least until my feelings for him subsided. I couldn't look him in the eye without remembering that scene. The girl, Jace, his house, it was too much to bare. I was finally able to stop thinking about it but seeing him again brought it all back. He was chasing me, like I'd secretly longed for, but it only made me hurt more because I knew I couldn't have him.
Let me rewind.
~~~~One Week Ago~~~~
When I finally made it home from Jace's house, it was around 9pm. I got to his house at 7, cried for about 30mins, and left. I wondered around pointless for the rest of the day till I got home. I went to sleep feeling like a maiden and that did not suit my nerd guy image. You may not know it, but I had a reputation to uphold in my world.
When I woke up, I told my mom I wasn't feeling too well, so she called the school to report that I would be absent. "There goes my perfect attendance." I thought. I was staring at the ceiling; thinking, about everything.
"Love?" I questioned myself, "Since when?"
I tried hard to think back about when my feelings for Jace began. Was it when he first came up to me on his motorcycle? Or when we kissed? It might have been the kiss because they always say you never forget your first kiss, right? Maybe it was our brotherly bonding when we were shoving each other? No, no, it was probably when I rode with him on his motorcycle and saw him smile for the first time? I rolled on the side of my bed, deep in thought. What was I going to do?
Many of you are probably wondering if I'm gay, right? Well, I'm not. I have never been in a relationship and I didn't even look at men like that. If you remember my "Geometry Book", you should be questioning what part of me screams gay right, I mean look at me? Never mind. But now that I think about it, I stopped looking at my porn stash when I started spending more time with Jace. But I still didn't look at guys, so did that make me a bisexual? Or was I just gay for Jace? AH! Too many labels. As far as I was concerned, I was human and that's all that mattered. I fell in love with whom I fell in love with and right now, my first love was Jace, a guy.
How was I supposed to face him in school? There were two more days left before the weekend came by and I would have to be swift and sly.
"I know he heard me leave," But I quickly dismissed the topic trying to push that traumatic event as far back as possible.
I spent my whole day feeling like a girl in love but worse because I was a guy too. From what I heard, this was socially unacceptable and the best thing to do was to move on.
The next day, I decreased my "aura", I guess, so my presence wouldn't be felt or noticed. Every time I spotted Jace, I quickly hid and whenever he tried to talk to me, I went to the nearest teacher asking if I could get some extra credit; the teachers all laughed, probably because they thought I was kidding. Whenever I did this, I saw Jace from the corner of my eye, walking away, with his arms around yet another girl. The first couple of days were painful but I was able to pull through. I managed to hide away from Jace all week and avoided texts. He really didn't seem to get the message.
By the way, don't think I quit tutoring Jace, I didn't. He didn't need me anymore. If you remembered the deal in Chapter One, it was only until his grades improved that he would need tutoring. He managed to do that, with an 87%. While I was fretting and getting all happy for him, I failed to realize that the day he got a passing score, was the day we would part ways.
My weekend went by quickly. I had dedicated Saturday to watching TV and eating my favorite Ben & Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. It was a good day especially since my mom was with me. She didn't question the reason for my sadness and I was okay with that. She just stayed with me comfortably, knowing that I needed her. Sunday was dedicated to homework.