Inseparable

• Chapter 5 •

He was there this morning I realize.
He saw me constantly messing up.

"Yeah, I'm usually pretty good, but for some reason I couldn't concentrate this morning." I shrug, trying to compensate for my totally cringe worthy answers in math.

"I totally get it." He smiles at me, but I can see something in his eye, like he can see right through my lies.

Suddenly the bell rings, and I have to head off to English, almost glad that my conversation with Evan couldn't be continued.

I had already switched my books when I went to my locker earlier, so I quickly disposed of my half-eaten apple and head towards English. Only one of the girls from gym was in this class and for that, I was thankful. I sat in my seat, in the middle of the class, and, just like yesterday, the seat beside me was empty.

"Okay class," my teacher, a tall but thin man begins. I can't even remember his name.

Suddenly the door bursts open, and all of the class' attention goes to the boy in the doorway. My eyes go wide as I recognize his SnapBack resting perfectly on his blonde hair. Kyle.

"Sorry I'm late, I got lost." He pants, obviously having run to this class to try and make it on time.

"You're late." The teacher gives him a glare, obviously miffed that he interrupted his (almost) teaching.

"It won't happen again." Kyle promises.

"Make sure it doesn't." The teacher relents, probably so he doesn't have to write up a late slip.

Kyle looks around the classroom, his eyes landing on the only available seat, beside me. My pulse quickens as he walks towards me and sits down.

Kyle used to go to my middle school, I had, still have, the biggest crush on him. He was one of my closest friends, probably only rivaled by Hope, and then one day, out of the blue he was invited to the popular group, and left. Leaving me behind.

"Faith?" He whispers, looking at me like I'm a whole new person. I guess, I am. It's high school, time to recreate myself. No more memories of the old 'popular' group.

"Yeah, it's me. I didn't notice you yesterday, were you even here?" I whisper back, sending a tentative glance at the teacher, making sure that he didn't notice the conversation happening, but he was too engrossed in describing the difference between homonyms and homophones to a student in the front.

"Nope. Got sick on the first day of school, just my luck." I giggle quietly at his expression, quickly looking around to make sure that no one was paying attention, but everyone was doing their own thing, to engrossed in their own conversations to worry about what others are doing.

"I haven't seen you since grad." I mention.

"I know, I meant to email you but it slipped my mind." Butterflies erupted in my stomach, he thought of me?

"That's fine, I mainly hung out with Hope anyways." I shrug, not wanting to admit that the most exciting thing I did this summer was find a shirt at Walmart for two bucks. Actually, it was the shirt I was currently wearing.

"Oh yeah, how is she?" He asks, but I know it was mainly to be polite. They got along, but only because of me. Hope had some of her own friends, and I had Kyle.

The teacher suddenly stood up straight from his bent position over the student's desk, and started teaching the whole class, not only the still confused person in the front.

Kyle and I instantly stopped talking, but all I could think about him.

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"Kyle, like from middle school? The Kyle that you had a massive crush on?" Hope couldn't believe me when I told her about what had happened this afternoon.

"Yeah, it was so weird but he's so cool and chill and gosh I don't know." I sigh dreamily, not seeing the speck of criticism in her eyes.

"It sounds like you still have that crush."

"I guess I do."

"But he ditched you."

"He thought of me!"

"But he didn't do anything about it."

"Why can't you just be happy and do that squealing jump thing they do in the television."

"Cause we're not retards."

"Please?" I beg, and she sighs.

"I just want you to be careful. I love you, you know that?"

"Yeah I do. Can you try to be supportive?" I beg, knowing why she doesn't trust him, but wanting all this to be real at the same time.

"Okay. I will."

"Thank you."

Little did I know how wrong I would be.