not today

Chapter Sixteen

The following week at school was the same, just a tad bit awkward because of the Friday before. Word has gotten around about Luke's and Sophie's kiss, I was apparently not the only one who had witnessed the kiss.

Alex had got really pissed off at Luke and confronted the blonde that weekend as well. After coming back to school on Monday I was shocked to see the boy sporting a new black eye. We hadn't talked about what happened and for that I'm thankful.

I moved my seat in history to sit by another student, which I had met at the party. And as expected, he did not remember me whatsoever. But it really didn't bother me because I had forgotten his name.

Today was Thursday, and everything was running smoothly this morning so far. I prepare myself in front of my mirror before Alex drags me to go to school. We had a small falling out after I yelled at him for hurting Luke. But we're working past it one day at a time.

I prised my hairbrush through my brunette tresses and continued on finishing up my makeup.

I walk down the stairs, bag in hand after I hear Alex's voice call me down. I don't even acknowledge him as I pass him to get into the car.

Riding to school is defending quiet after our argument. I would walk to school if it weren't so far.

I do my usual routine at school and go to my first period and sit down at my new spot.

Class was boring as always, my table partner tried to make small talk through the lesson but I just ignored the boy. I had been closed off from everyone since the party.

I sigh as I notice a pair of blue eyes gazing in my direction. I turn to give a look at Luke telling him to fuck off. He gets the message and looks away, biting his lip ring.

I've been double avoiding the boy all week. I did not want to hear his exclamation. What's done is done and nothing will change what I saw.

As I'm walking out a hand entwines with my wrist stopping me from moving forward. I whip my hair around to see Luke. I take a deep breath to prepare for what is to come from this.

"What are you doing, I need to get to class." I push my hair back in angst.

"Can I just talk to you for a minute?" He looks at me pleading. I notice he still has a slight bruise on his left eye.

"Fine." Why am I agreeing?

I'm then pulled into a dark classroom that is deserted. The teacher must have prep time.

He closes the door behind him and turns to face me. I look away from him, thoughts of that night still fresh in my mind. I frown at the thought of it.

"I'm really sorry about what happened, I had too much to drink. It was a drunken mistake." He says running his hand through his quiff. I almost laugh, but I contain it.

The fact that he blames it on being drunk waves of anger me. He should have known better than to kiss her. Scratch that, make out. It's just like when you're committed to someone and your significant other go out drinking and comes back a cheater. That is never forgiven, and neither is this.

I go to walk out the door, but pause as my hand wraps around the handle.

"I trusted that you wouldn't hurt me, Luke. But you did, and I can never forgive you for that. Not today at least" I continue facing the door, and finally, turn the handle to walk to my next class. Never looking back

The bell rings when I step out and I contemplate even if I wanted to go to class. My emotions were running high, and I had no effort to pay attention in class.

I run my fingers through my hair again and walk in the opposite direction. I know that skipping class is not a good idea and will land me in detention but I couldn't care less at this exact moment.

I was drained from trusting someone who hurt me. I was drained from Sophie's antics. And I was drained from living my life.

I desperately wanted a new life. I was tired of living in this nightmare and I didn't know how to start over. No matter where I go, who I meet, I will always have my past weighing me down.

I need a break, even if it was just today.

I cannot believe I had let that boy kiss me. I deserved someone who'd treat me right. Not just kiss me and then someone else. I tug more at my hair in frustration of my first kiss being stolen and I couldn't get that back, ever.

I pass many houses and streets before I make it home. It had taken me an hour of walking to get here, but I didn't care because it was more time to myself.

There were no cars in the driveway when my house comes into full view.

I toss my bag in the corner of my room as I just looked around me. I hadn't decorated my room much since the move here. 

It was only a matter of time before they call my mom, and I was not looking forward to that moment when she finds out I skipped every hour besides first period.

I lay in my bed deciding that sleep was the best course of action. I didn't want to get caught up in thought too long in fear I'll do something incredibly stupid.

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I awake to a body jumping on top of me.

"What the hell?!" I growl.

"I should be asking you the same thing." Alex rolls me over to look him in the eye. I push him off of me because my body can't take his weight much longer and sit upright in my bed.

He positions himself by me before continuing.

"You could have at least told me you were skipping."

"It was a spur of the moment thing." I close my eyes just wanting to sleep some more.

I open my eyes in shock as my wrist is taken by Alex. I roughly pull away from his grip and glared at him.

"I didn't do anything, I swear." I sputtered at the accusation.

"I had to make sure." He shrugs at me.

"Whatever, is mom home?"

"Yes, and I convinced her to let you off the hook. You're welcome."

"Thank you" I reply.

I need to be more careful with my emotions next time.