Chapter 8 - Losing Everything on Purpose pt.2
*Your POV*
This would be better if this was in a classroom. But no, life had to be so cruel to bring me and my to-be former friends here in an open space where we can so roam around and question me about my life choices.
But really, I hope my friendship with these people will last. Even though I'm the one risking it.
Though for the record, I'm not really bad at tennis.
Our PE teacher blew his whistle. "Alright, pair up!" The words I was afraid to hear. "You are allowed to play with them freely for today. Be sure to accomplish each mechanic in the sport."
I felt the pang of deja vu when students started pairing up and I just watched. First day all over again. People were laughing and giggling together and I suddenly felt the urge to slap those smiles off their faces which serve as salt in the wound.
I have lots of friends here, but currently not talking to them. The irony of life is aimed at me, huh?
People started to count down fast and I just stood there looking as dumb as ever.
I feel so awkward right now because my friends were there, staring at me. Not even bothering to partner with each other. They were waiting for me, questioning faces saying 'who do you wanna partner with? It's okay, we get it. You're in a struggle.' Which made me feel SO much worse. Like, seriously guys? Please spare me! Geez. Though I know they aren't even doing anything wrong..
In the end, worst case scenario happened. I was paired with Laurance. Like, how awesome is that?! Again, if you don't get the sarcasm there, we won't get along too much.
I was just silent. I took the racket and so did he and he just stared at me. Me? Duh, I look away. I can't play like this.
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In the end, we did play. Though awkwardly. He smiled at me constantly as though nothing happened which really didn't help my case. I was being HORRIBLE to them and still, they're there.
I was going to leave when Laurance followed me.
"Hey.." He started.
I didn't answer and just stood there with my back to him.
"How are things?" He continued.
No answer.
"You were great at tennis."
I looked down. Please stop..
"Can't you at least answer me?" Desperation obvious in his tone.
I can't...or I'll break down.
"Have you been avoiding us?"
I fought back tears. I just stood there, not moving. Please don't, Laurance. I can't....
"(Y/n)...please, you can't just suddenly disappear like that then expect us to just accept it."
My tears fought back and won. I'm just glad he couldn't see me right now. I started walking on and ignored him. I can't let him see me like this.
"(Y/n)..."
I ran. I ran home and not even bothering to deal with Ivy who complained when I bumped into her. I don't even care that she smirked when she saw me crying. I just need to get out of that place.
I came in the house to find that my mom still hasn't left her room yet and Eyanne wasn't home.
I ran to my room and tried to calm myself down but instead made myself worse.
My phone rang and I saw it was Laurance. I didn't answer and he left a voicemail.
"(Y/n)..I--nevermind." Was all it was.
I just don't want to make things worse than what it is now.. But...
Am I really making things better?
*Laurance's POV*
I just stood there where (Y/n) left me. Why can't she even say a word? Am I that unimportant to her?
"Laurance?" Cadenza approached me.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine in no time. She just needs her space. Being sick must've shaken up her pride." Lucinda.
Now, you tell me. Doesn't that sound just ridiculous?
"You still think she was just sick?" I say, it was unbelievable how they couldn't see through that crystal glass (Y/n) is wearing.
"Well, yeah. What else?" Nicole.
"It's not like she told you that there was something wrong, right? Don't you trust her?" Dante.
It's not that I don't trust her it's just...there's something wrong that she isn't telling us. Not even planning on telling us.
"I have to go to my locker." I excuse myself and walked out.
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*Your POV*
I took my phone and saw seven hundred text messages from Laurance. A couple from the others, too.
Lucinda: Hope ya feel better soon! Feels boring without chu. =>~<=
Cadenza: Just phone me if anything comes up. I'll be right there and ready to be your personal nurse!
Nicole: Someone like you doesn't deserve to be sick. Hope you'll be okay soon! Your seat at the table is always open only for you! And if someone ever tries to steal your place, my fist'll invite their face. ;*
I am so disappointed in myself. When did I deserve to have friends like them? I mean, Teony's always been a big sister to me. But...having this many friends care for me?.. It's not like I'm sick too.. I'm the worst friend ever.
I went on ahead and checked some of Laurance's messages.
Please answer my calls.
Where are you?
Did you go home?
I know it's not just because you were sick.
Tell me what's wrong.
I asked Eyanne. She asked me if you haven't told me yet. Told me what, (Y/n)?
Please....
The messages went on and on and on. I do not like my weak side at all. And Laurance not helping by showing every part of it!
"(Y/n)?" A voice coming from outside called.
I peeked out my curtain and I saw him. And he saw me... I quickly backed away from the window.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I look horrible! My cheeks were still tear-stained and my eyes are red. Plus, my hair is a mess from frustration of me just messing with my hair.
He saw me...I mean, I'm not trying to impress him and the hair disaster is okay for him to see but... He saw me crying. He saw I that I cried and if he didn't he's about as dumb as a rock can be. I mean, my face is practically shouting "Hey! I just cried a bucket-full of tears!"
My phone dinged and saw that it was coming from Laurance.
Are you okay? Can I come in?
I looked away. No way I'm answering that. Even if it means leaving him out of my house for an hour or so.
A couple of minutes later, I looked back out and saw that he wasn't anywhere. He must've left by now.
Just then my door opened with Laurance looking determined and the keys from the third bush in his hands. What the...?
"(Y/n)..." He walked up to me. Looking at me eye-to-eye.
Dangit, I should've already fixed my face before he saw me up close!
"Laurance...I..."
"What's wrong? What happened? Tell me."
I stayed silent.
"(Y/n), tell me." He was begging.
Still no answer.
"Please I--" I cut him off.
"You can go now." I said, cold.
"(Y/n)--"
"I said leave!" I looked away.
He was shocked. But he remained his stance. "I'm not giving up." And he left.
What am I even doing?
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