Love Is All You Need?

Chapter Fourteen

Being apart was supposed to get easier but it wasn’t. It had now been six weeks and I hated it as much as the first day, no I hated it more. I was busy most of the time so during the day it wasn’t so bad but in the evenings it sucked. Aiden was loving college though, so I knew it would be worth it. I was glad for him that he didn’t decide to stay here because he probably wouldn’t enjoy it as much, and I would always know that he missed out because of me.

“Bailey,” Marsie shouted. “Get your tiny ass in my car. Now.”

I groaned. School time. Everyone said your senior year flies by, those people are jerk-faced liars. My bedroom door flew open and Marsie shoved her hands on her hips. “You’re going to make us late. I have a baby to get ready before I leave and I still manage to be here on time.”

“Sorry, Mom,” I teased, and grabbed my bag. “How is Madeleine this morning?”

“Good. Loud.” Her face softened as she spoke about her daughter, it was cute.

Jake was waiting for us at the front door. We told everyone that Marsie drove to mine in the morning so we would go to school together and she wouldn’t get the Oh my God, you had a baby at seventeen stares alone. The real reason was so Jake and Marsie could spend some time together.

When they smiled at each other I walked off ahead. Being a third wheel was no fun, especially when my boyfriend was years away in a different state. “Bailey, back here,” Jake scolded, jogging the two steps I was ahead of him. Yeah, he wasn’t that distracted then. I fell into line and walked beside him, give him a better chance of saving my life when my murderer came.

When we pulled up outside school I died a little inside. Time to be bored to death for the day. Knowing that I wasn’t going to college made me hate school even more; it was a complete waste of time and energy. “Bye, Jake,” I muttered gloomily. “See you in Chemistry, Mars.”

“Yep, have fun.” She winked and walked off in the direction of her first class.

The corridor was buzzing with conversation, play fights and make out sessions. That used to be me, when Aiden was here at least the parts between lessons were fun. I sighed. Now he was gone I was realising just how much I hated being here. It was depressing and the fact that I couldn’t learn like everyone else made me feel like a fucking failure.

I opened my locker, Aiden’s picture on the inside of the door made my heart ache. Why couldn’t he still be here? Everything would be fine then. My eyes prickled so I grabbed my books and slammed the door shut.

“Whoa,” Brody yelled, taking a step back while holding his hands up. “Don’t kill me.” I glared at him. “Wow, bad mood much. What’s up?”

“Miss Aiden. Hate school.”

He nodded in understanding. “Wanna skip?”

“The rest of the year? Yes.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s not that bad. Come on, English is calling.”

“Wait, I thought we were gonna skip?” I whined.

He ignored me and smirked. “You know what you need?”

“Enlighten me,” I muttered sarcastically.

“Well first, you need a good screw, but since I can’t help you out with that. Here.” He handed me a bar of chocolate. I smiled gratefully and ripped the rapper open. Hmm, chocolate addiction, moodiness. Must be getting close to my time of the month. Effing mother nature.

“Wait a second, why can’t you help me out? What’s wrong with me?”

He looked at me awkwardly. “Aiden.”

“Well, I know that. Am I hideous or something?”

“No. Is this gonna be one of those trick questions where I admit I would do you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week and you slap me because you’re taken?”

I laughed and almost choked on the chocolate. “Yep, and you passed.” I patted his head. At least I still had Brody in most of my classes and both him and Marsie in Chemistry. I had no lessons with Dani but she was barely at school anymore so that didn’t really matter.

English dragged. Who cared what the hidden meaning behind a freaking poem was? The dude that wrote it probably died a thousand years ago and would be looking down at school and laughing. He probably didn’t even mean it to mean anything! I also doubted anyone’s boss had ever put a poem on their desk and asked for a meaning before lunch. Schools needed to teach something real.