RMYG: Chapter 11

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Remember Me…Your Girlfriend?

Chapter Eleven

Matthew leaned against my locker, looking at me intently, “You’ve been avoiding me a lot lately. I really worry about you.”

Did he have to stand so close? His smell is messing with my mind. I try not to look at his face, but it’s hard when it’s his face I miss so much. “I’m avoiding you for a reason.” No point at trying to hide it.

Matthew sighs. I first thought he was sighing at me, but than his dark green look at me earnestly, “I really meant when I said I love you, you can’t avoid that for long.”

I took a shaky breath. “Why do you keep on doing this? Can’t you please keep your feelings to yourself? For Alexis’s sake.” Saying her name gave me the strength to take a step away from him, even though I just wanted to run into his arm and let him kiss me like he did the night at my house.   

Matthew sighed, seeming frustrated with me, “She doesn’t know that I feel about you this way.”

“Which makes this even worse. Do you want two ex-girlfriends to resent you? The least you could do is not do the same mistake twice. Be honest to Alexis, because you haven’t been honest to me and look where that got you.” I say with all the courage I could muster and walk past him. I really don’t want to deal with him.

Matthew catches up to me and stands in my path, making me stop. “You…resent me?”

He looked hurt. Was he acting or did this really affect him? If this is an act, it’s working because being the kind of person I am, I felt bad. “Just leave me alone please.” I say calmly, looking at him through a straight face that took me all of my being not to apologize to him.

Matthew hesitated for a moment, but nodded weakly before doing as I said and walked away. It took everything in me not to turn around and call him back. Things didn’t have to turn out this way, but what he did; I could never forgive him for that.

I just want to go home. School sucks.  

“Did you do French homework?” A girl named Daisy from my French class asks as she walks up to me, looking at me a little sheepish. Why am I so good with names?

I smile and nod, already picking up on what she was hinting at. She wanted to copy my work. So I slipped my bag from my shoulders and opened it to pull out my French folder before handing it to her.

She gave me a grateful smile, “Thanks Vanessa. I’ll give you your folder in French.”

I nod and she gave me another smile before walking away. Typical me that can’t say no. I roll my eyes and start walking to my English Literature Class.

Great another problem I have to deal with. Jason. He’s probably still mad at me for ‘bothering’ him yesterday. Jerk.

I just sat down at my usual spot, wondering if I should start without him or not. How am I even supposed to do this project when he and I aren’t on good terms. I should have never agreed to be his partner. Jason is just such a hard person to be around; I don’t think I’ll ever figure him out as well as I do other people.

I felt a presence sitting down next to me. I didn’t want to look up, because I know exactly who that is.

“Hallo Vanessa.” He greets me casually, but since I can’t see his face expression I don’t know if he’s mocking me or if he is just being polite.

“Hi.” I mutter back, still afraid to look at him. I feel really awkward about what happened and I know if I look at him, I’ll just blush.

Jason sighs, “Look, about yesterday…” Please don’t. “I didn’t mean to sound that…rude. I had a bad day.  You understand that right?”

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