The Switch

3. the phone call

"Jules" he utters quietly calling me the nickname he only ever used to use

"i-im sorry, i uh I've got to go" i blurt out letting go of his hand that i was still holding for some reason. i brush past him but he grabs my arm before i can go any further

"wait where are you going? i didn't even get chance to apologise for knocking you over" he says

"im going home, i was sat in art and my head really started hurting so i walked out" i lie but only slightly.

"let me guess, austin told you i was back didn't he and that's why your acting like this?" he questions me reading through my bullshit, not letting go my arm

"fine, yes and no. it my fault for not recognising you in English this morning, he shouldn't have had to tell me you were back, i should have known it was you the second you walked into the class" i say signing looking at the floor

"but see, i think you did know deep down it was me and even if you didn't realise, don't beat yourself up over it. its been at least 4 or 5 years since we have seen each other properly Jules. i didn't expect you to recognise me straight away, i knew it would take a while." he says being weirdly understanding

"did you recognise me?" i ask looking up at him slightly

"not straight away but the second you started talking i knew it was you, well actually i mean i knew you were in my class because Austin kind of told me that you and Luna were there. but you have changed a lot, but your still the kind girl i remember though" he says giving me a comforting smile

"you've changed a lot too" i say laughing slightly as my nerves calm down a bit

"i should hope so" he says finally letting go of my arm

"so how long have you been back?" i ask as we start walking towards the exit of the school

"about a month and a half but i only started school today" he explains. dam a whole month of him being back and i didn't have a clue

"why didn't you tell me you were back when you got here?" i question softly

"um i had a lot going on i guess and i didn't think you would even care" he admits with a sad tone behind his voice, why would he think that

"why wouldn't i care?" i say

"well one its been so long and two do you not remember one of the last thing you said to me?" he says expecting me to remember but i don't as once he left i kind of blocked things about him out of my memory as it made me sad.

"no, sorry i don't remember what little me said and i kina blocked some stuff out after you left. what did i say" I say slightly worried what my 13 year old self said to him all those years ago or even worse what did he say for me to say anything that would make him think i wouldn't care.

"you said that you hated me and that you never wanted me to talk to you ever again" he says looking down at his black vans

"oh, shit" is all i reply with, everything is suddenly coming back to me and im not happy about it.

*flashback*

i walk through my front door, closing it behind me. slipping off my bright red convers i skip into the kitchen where my mum is sat on the phone. she sends me a warm smile and i send her one back in return. i grab a banana out of the fruit bowl and start eating it whilst waiting for her to be finished so i could tell her about my day.

she pulls the phone away from her ear slightly and looks at me "Dylan is on the phone, he wants to talk to you" she says giving me a sympathetic smile which slightly confuses me but i take the phone from her hand anyway bringing it to my ear.