Nonexistent strings

Every teardrop is a waterfall

Laura's POV

That voice. His voice.

I didn't hesitate to stop, and to keep running wasn't really a choice. My lightest bit of make up was smeared in mostly part of my face. Just when I thought my life couldn't get any worst, I was wrong.

It was like all students' eyes were looking directly at me. Some with a clueless expression on their faces, probably wondering what was happening to me or the ones that already saw that dramatic scene minutes ago and explaining to the ones that don't know.

Someone hold my hand from behind and turned me around, so now I was face to face with the one and only, Ross Lynch.

I was looking down at the ground for two reasons. The first one was because I didn't want to see or talk to anyone right now, and the second reason was because all my make up was smeared so I probably looked like a clown.

"hey, look at me" He said lifting my chin to make me look at him and I instantly met his beautiful hazel eyes.

"It's not worth to cry over him. I knew you had a major crush on him, but a beautiful girl like you doesn't deserve to cry, okay?" His voice was soft, so soft that I barely understood what he was saying.

I only nodded but the smile that appeared on my face was inevitable. He is right, Allan can live his own life I don't have to put limits on that. If he wanted to do that with Gabriella, okay. I don't care anymore.

Allan is just my best friend, without any other titles. but that's what I get for loving him so much. My heart broken and no trust.

"so let's go to class before we are late"

"okay" It came out as a whisper but he managed to heard me.

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Ring

Now, this is the sound that I wanted to hear all day. Unfortunately, I found a really familiar brunette boy waiting for me outside of the school. Of course I didn't mind to stop and say hello to him.

"Laura, wait!" he yelled once I was miles away from him. If he thought I was going to stop on my tracks and run to him with my arms open ready to hug him like in those cliché movies, he was so wrong.

"what do you want Allan?" my voice was really harsh but I didn't care I talked to him in that way.

"Laura, please let me explain" he begged but the more he tried the more I didn't want to hear him.

"No Allan. I don't want to hear lame excuses from you, can you please move so I can go home and forget this horrible nightmare that happens to be reality, please?"

"Laura I am not going to let you go, not before telling you what really happened" He still insisted but I groaned in response.

"Understand this, I. Don't. Want. To. Hear. You" I made a small pause with every single word I said.

He didn't keep insisting so when I was sure he wasn't going to talk anymore, I pass him by making sure I bump shoulders with him.

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Finally I closed the door of the silent house and sliding down with my back against the door. Putting my face in between my knees meanwhile a little sob escaped my lip.