ALANA POV
I walked into third period and ignored the curious stares from my classmates, taking my seat and thinking about how much I didn't want to run into Blake. I checked my phone every few minutes, hoping maybe Chris would text me, or call me, anything. But he didn't. I sighed and gave up, remembering when I used to go to his classroom right after third period. Now I was forced to go to gym. A month wasn't that long... Right? But it would be long if I couldn't spend it with Chris... And what's worse was, he seemed to be pushing me away more and more. Why? Was it something I did? Had he found out about Blake? My hands curled into fists. Had Blake told him?! I clenched my jaw. I hoped not. But if Blake HAD told him, the pieces still didn't add up. There was no way Chris would easily believe Blake like that. He would come to me for confirmation... Wouldn't he? I thought he would...
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I went through gym class with my thoughts elsewhere. I couldn't help worrying for the whole period, or thinking about the different possible scenarios in which Chris would get mad at me because of his conversation with Blake. I was determined to somehow avoid Blake for the day, hoping to put off any type of communication with him for as long as I could. When the bell rang I realized it was lunch time, but I didn't want to go to the cafeteria. Blake would be there, and I really didn't want him to see me. If I was lucky, he didn't know I was in school yet. That meant I could go to Chris' classroom without raising suspicion, since he wasn't aware I was even here. I quickly went into the locker room and changed, grabbing my books and walking into the hallway, turning the corner that would lead me to Chris' classroom.
I felt like I would have a heart attack at every corner, worried that I'd run into Blake, but luckily there was no sign of him. I finally found Chris' door and opened it, slipping inside and shutting it behind me like I usually did. He looked up when I walked in, and I saw his hands clench into fists, causing my heart to skip a beat. Was he still mad at me?
"What are you doing here?" He asked gruffly, his eyes meeting mine and making me step back in shock. They were filled with anger and...hate, an emotion I never thought I'd see from him. But beneath that I saw pain, hurt, loss. What was going on with him?
"I just came to see you... You haven't been answering my calls and I needed to talk to you." I stated, hoping he'd understand. He sighed.
"We have nothing to talk about." He said firmly.
"How could you know that? I have to tell you something!" I said, throwing my hands up in exasperation.
"For your information I already know what you were planning to tell me. And I don't appreciate it." He growled, standing up and walking past me. He paused for a minute when he reached my side, glancing at me briefly before continuing over to the door. "I have somewhere else to be before sixth period, so unless you need help regarding math, I suggest you go to the cafeteria with everyone else." He muttered, opening the door and leaving. I stood there for a minute with hurt reflected on my face, my mouth hung open in shock. What was wrong with him? What had he been talking about? I felt a few tears running down my face from his obvious rejection, but I quickly sniffled and wiped them away before hurrying out of his classroom. I ran down the hallway, making my way to the cafeteria, my vision still blurry with tears.
I finally made it to the cafeteria and I walked inside with my head low, trying not to let my tears be seen.
"Alana!" I heard a voice shout. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Blake waving me over, but his eyes widened when he saw my tears. I slowly walked over and sat next to him at the table, feeling him lean down to whisper in my ear.
"Why are you crying?" He asked softly. I just shook my head and I froze when I felt him slip his arm around my shoulders. I was too weak to shake him off at the moment, and I felt him pull me into his chest and try to comfort me. I struggled to escape, but he held me tighter and I eventually gave up. This was what I had been afraid of. I never wanted him to comfort me. That's why I hadn't cried in front of him last night.
"Tell me Alana." He mumbled, and I heard the sound of his voice vibrating against my ear that was pressed against his chest. I shook my head again, but sniffled and gave in.
"Chris-"
"What did he do?" Blake asked instantly, his voice rising and filling with anger. I cried harder and he stood up, releasing me from his grasp. "I'll kill him." He growled.
"Stop! He's not there! He left!" I shouted worriedly, and Blake turned to face me. I paused when I heard complete and utter silence fill the room, and I glanced around to see every eye in the cafeteria resting on me and Blake. I swallowed nervously and motioned for him to sit back down. "Just let it go." I mumbled, drying the rest of my tears until he sighed and sat down. I breathed a sigh of relief when everyone went back to what they were doing and noise filled the room again, but when I glanced over at Blake I knew he still hadn't gotten over it. His hands were clenched into fists and his jaw was taut as he stared unseeingly down at the table. I wanted to get up and leave, but I knew that would probably cause another unwanted scene.
"When did you get here?" Blake asked finally, looking over at me.
"During third period." I mumbled. He nodded and then realized something.
"You went to his room before lunch." He stated, seeming to get a bit angry with this realization. I nodded quickly, hoping he didn't get angry with me.
"He didn't want anything to do with me. He said we didn't have anything to talk about, and he left. He basically told me not to come back again unless I needed help in math." I choked out, trying not to cry again.
"I'm sorry." Blake said after a moment of silence. I just shrugged and I felt his hand touch my waist. "I really am sorry that it hurts you." He whispered. I looked up at him to see a sincere apology in his eyes, and I almost felt inclined to accept the apology, but instead I shook my head and looked away.
"I'll be fine." I said, trying to push the memory of Chris' furious face out of my mind.
"That's my girl." Blake said with a smirk. I whirled to face him, slapping him hard across the cheek.
"I am NOT your girl. Don't ever call me that again!" I shouted, getting up and storming out of the cafeteria, not caring this time if anyone stared. I couldn't believe him! Maybe it hadn't been THAT bad of a thing for him to say, but it struck a nerve. After putting up with all this crap, I had finally snapped. The only person I had ever belonged to was Chris, and no one else. Blake didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I hated him. His stupid tricks and smiles had been working on me for the past few days, but I couldn't let it continue to happen. I wasn't his.
I made my way to my locker and slid down the wall until I felt the floor beneath me. I buried my head in my arms and began to cry again. This time no one comforted me, and for that I was glad. There were only two people in this world that were able to comfort me when I was crying or upset. Those two people were my mom, and Chris. But Chris wasn't here now. He had turned his back on me when I came to him to talk. He told me I could tell him anything, and I could take my time if I was worried. He said I could tell him about Blake when I was ready, and now I was ready. But he wouldn't listen. I didn't know what changed. Had he gotten tired of waiting for me? Had he moved on?
CHRIS POV
When I left the classroom and shut the door in Alana's face, I made my way to the staff room to spend my lunch period there. I knew Alana couldn't come in there, so I would be safe from her. I couldn't stand to look at her, or talk to her. It reminded me every time of the things I had seen her doing, and it also brought back thoughts of what Blake had told me. He said he took her out on a date and kissed her. Those were the things that I should be doing, not him. I knew Alana had probably wanted to tell me about Blake. It would most likely all be lies, and I would've been able to tell. With her horrible lying skills I knew she would weakly try to explain that Blake was forcing her into all this, that she hadn't meant to kiss him, blah blah blah. All lies. And I knew I had to get out of there before it got to that point. I might have snapped if she had told me, thrown something across the room, anything. I wouldn't be around her when that happened. So now here I was, hiding in the staff room like a coward. I couldn't deny that I still loved Alana, but I couldn't be with her if she was gonna turn her back and cheat on me that easily. I saw how into that kiss she had been, and how she had kissed him first. She couldn't lie to me about that when I had seen it with my own eyes.
I pulled out my phone and typed in a number I thought I would never dial again in my whole life. It rang a few times before a voice filled the line.
"Hello?" She said happily.
"Hey Angie, it's Chris-"
"Fuck you! I'm done with you Chris, if I hadn't erased your number from my contacts I would've known it was you. Get the hell off my phone." She snapped.
"Listen it's not what you think-"
"I don't want anything to do with you Chris, okay?! I thought I was clear on that when I left. I gave you everything and you threw it away like it was nothing. You broke my heart, so I couldn't give two fucks about why you're calling." She said, cutting me off again.
"Just listen to me Angela! I need help with something and-" click.
My mouth hung open in shock. This bitch did not just hang up on me. I growled in frustration and shoved my phone back in my pocket. I didn't know what I was thinking. I must be pretty desperate if I had even thought about calling Angela. It's just that before she was my fiancée, and before she was my girlfriend, she had been my best friend. I had always told her about my problems, and she always helped me out. She was always there to listen and give suggestions, just a person I could vent to. She solved everything. I couldn't think of a problem Angie had never helped me solve. I thought that maybe she could help me out on the situation I had going on with Alana, but after I thought about it for another minute I realized what an idiot I was. Would my ex-fiancée really want me to call her asking for relationship advice?What the hell was I thinking?! I needed to clear my head and think straight.
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A/N so yeah, Angela is the character that reappeared, but like I said it was only briefly cause I was bored xP I think you guys will like the next chapter ^_^ I'll update soon