Chapter Eight

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Monday begins like every other day. Turns out I got my English grade up to a C, but I'm one point away from going back down to a D. I'm not sure if I should be proud of my C or not, considering I'm on a fine line between having a D. I need to get a better grade.

I get to my next class and slump into my seat. I didn't get much sleep last night. My uncle and aunt fought up until one AM so, that was fun. Hopefully, I don't have to deal with anyone today but I can sense that my luck won't be so great today.

As I watch all the students file into the room, Ryan sits down next to me. He seemed pissed for some reason, but I don't have the energy to care. He turns to me and I look at him, giving him a 'what do you want' kind of look.

"So how's your boyfriend?" He asks, a grin, spreading on his face. I just roll my eyes, sitting up straight in my seat. Jay isn't here so, I'm guessing that's why he's decided to taunt and tease me today. Asshole.

"He's not my boyfriend," I simply state, not wanting to get all worked up, but I highly doubt he'll just leave it at that.

"Caitlynn told me she saw you and that loser hanging out at the park. Said you two were getting close," I can just hear that smug grin on his face, and it started to piss me off.

"I don't even know who Caitlynn is," I say, hoping that would change the subject. It was a pitiful attempt really. I just didn't want this conversation to go any further, or I might actually punch his teeth in.

"Yeah, you probably wouldn't," Ryan said with a slight shrug, "She also told me you two were holding hands."

If I had a pencil in my hands, I would have snapped it by now. "Shut your fucking mouth up," I growl. He had no right interfering in my business. Nosy little bitch.

"Oh? Did I strike a nerve?" He asked, smiling that same damn smug little smile that pisses me off.

Mr. Kase hushes everyone down and begins to start his lesson, but that doesn't stop Ryan from making remarks about me and Alek, or talking shit about how I need a tutor for an easy subject. I tried to ignore him as best as I could. Tried to focus on the lesson. But I just couldn't. Ryan was pissing me off more and more every minute that went by. I just couldn't take it anymore.

Ten minutes till the bell rang, and that was my breaking point. I stand up, gather up my things, and just leave the classroom. I hear Mr. Kase call after me, but I just ignore him and head straight to the library. I couldn't deal with being in that classroom anymore. Not when Ryan was actively trying to get on my nerves. It was either walk out, or Ryan wouldn't have his front teeth anymore.

I get to our usual table and sit down. I felt so irritated and angry. I needed Alek and his weird sensation to just wash over me. Make me feel calm. Make this pent-up anger go away. Jeez, now I'm really starting to sound like an addict but I just couldn't help it. His presence made me feel like a better me. A me that didn't go through all the shit that I had to go through.

I tap my figures on the desk, afraid that if I were holding a pencil, I would break it. It wouldn't be the first time that has happened. I kept looking up at the clock, eagerly waiting for the bell to ring so Alek would walk in and his presence would just make me feel better. Because right now, I don't think I can handle going through the rest of the day without his wintery sensation. There are some days I can live without it and some days where I can't. Today was one of those days where I can't live without it.

The bell finally rings and I watch the door like a hawk. Alek comes walking in and I feel relieved, glad that he didn't miss school. Mainly for my own benefit. He smiles at me and walks past me as he goes to take his own seat. The rush of winter air flows through me and I instantly feel more calm and relaxed. All that anger that had been building up inside me just vanished. I was so glad it was gone.

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