denial

Chapter Eleven

Everyone seemed to be focused on me as soon as I had entered the school. I could've pen walk to my locker without curious stares or whispering.

What was going on?

I spot Isabel by my locker. I get ready to greet her but her face is full of worry and concern.

"What's going on?" I question her as I get my things ready for history.

"You didn't hear?" Didn't hear what? I hope it isn't too bad, I really don't need anything more to worry about. I'm already stressed about the tests today. . I just shake my head at her and hope she continues.

"Words out about Luke seeing many girls all at once." She pauses to see my reaction but I remain completely calm and take it in.

"It's just rumored, but it's not looking too good for him." I slam my locker shut and sling my bag over my shoulder. I'm fine. I'm fine.

Rumors, rumors, rumors. They're the death of me.

"I'll talk with him about it." Is all I manage to get out before I head to history, my only class with Luke.

But when the bell goes off for our next class, I still hadn't brought it up. Through the whole test, I was antsy, the thoughts overpowered my ability to think functionality and I hope that it doesn't show on the test I handed in shakily. It didn't help everyone in class seemed to be investigating Luke and me.

All the time I've spent studying for these damn tests I can kiss goodbye and toss out the window because my focus is now on Luke.

What will I do if these rumors are true? I'd probably never trust anyone again, that's for sure.

I make my way to my second test and I do not wait for Luke. I need to get as far away for now as possible.

Halfway through my biology test, I see Ashton lean closer to me. What does this boy want?

"Hey guess what."

"What?" I sigh.

"I told you so." You have got to be kidding me right now. I look up at the ceiling in frustration.

"Nothing has really happened, it's just rumors. Do I need to spell that out for you?" I whisper angered. I look back down at my test and try my best to focus on completing it.

"As I said before, you'll see soon enough." He leans away finally and continues his test. I groan softly in frustration causing a few students to look back at me, but I glare back at them daring them to say something. They turn around and I calm myself to fill in stupid test answers.

It seems when everything is going alright for once in my life something has to go wrong. And to be truthful, I'm sick of it. I swear if next week I find out I did poorly on these tests, I will probably murder someone.

I slam my pencil down as soon as I'm done and get up to turn my test in. With both tests off my back finally, all I need to worry about now is the damned presentation and rumors.

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I've been walking around the school since lunch has started. I really wasn't ready to face Luke full on yet. My anxiety builds whenever I see him and I have the impulse to run away every time.

I know I'm being a coward, but I don't want to find out the rumors are true, and I made a wrong decision, again.

I know Isabel is probably wondering where the hell I am right now and I feel bad for leaving her alone with the boy I'm avoiding.

But I take this time to turn my 'running away' into something positive. I can now finally get to see the whole school and get to know where everything is. Plus this time, I can find my next semester classes. I pull out my timetable to find them and spend the rest of lunch doing so.

After school, I grab Alex and pull him outside against his will. I didn't want any more drama. I mentally thank god that it's finally the weekend and I can take time off.

"Just be glad I'm riding home with you again." I say to shut up Alex's annoying questions about why we left so fast.

I really wasn't up for talking about my doubts at the moment. Ass soon as the car stopped, I jumped out, gingerly running up the stairs to my room.

I sigh in content as I throw myself on my bed. As if the earth knows I'm happy, my phone goes off signaling that I got a text. I roll over again my will to grab my phone and look at the lock screen.

Luke had messaged me. I decided against opening it because he'd know if I had opened it, so I look at the preview. He was asking me why I had been avoiding him all day. Well sorry to now avoid your texts, Lucas.

I toss my phone aside and wonder why I have the worst luck.

Hopefully, sleep can ease my sadness. And hopefully I'll wake up from this endless nightmare I call life. I know it won't happen though.

Everything will be better in the morning I think to myself as I curl into my bed.