So, I decided to change the name from All Is Fair In Love And War, to Just The Way You Are. Why? Well, I was listening to that song from Bruno Mars and I thought that it would be quite good for the tittle of this story.
Just a little bit more inisight on this story... It's set about three months before Edward broke up with Bella in New Moon, because in the book it says that she sees three figures in her living room; Sam, Jared and Paul. So, about June-July.
I really loved how much enthusiasm I got from that first chapter, especially since I like to consider it quite AU. It made me feel great, and gave me the will to update.
Anyway... On with the story! Oh, and... REVIEW!
Disclaimer: In an alternative universe, I own Twilight. But in this one, I don't. Too bad.
As children, we all believed in something silly. Most believed that Santa Clause was the one who put presents under our Christmas trees, and the Tooth Fairy was responsible for the quarter beneath our pillows. Most believed that babies came from a stork, and that their was actually a place called Neverland.
But not me. I knew that my mother and father put my presents under the tree, and snuck into my room in the middle of the night to take my tooth and leave money. I knew that babies didn't come from storks, and that Peter Pan was fake.
Instead, when I was younger, I believed that the world was a fair place, where people wouldn't die for no reason, and girls wouldn't judge you until they have met you. I believed that love would just be a straight forward path, not the narrow winding road that I was now walking.
Oh, how I would love to feel that way again.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
With a groan, I rolled over and pressed the off button on my wretched alarm. I lay in bed, staring out the window opposite from me. Branches were scratching on my window as the fierce wind blew at the tree outside of my window. It was raining, though it always is in La Push so it isn't much of a big deal. The sun was probably hidden behind the layer-after-layer of dark, murky grey clouds.
I didn't want to go to school today. I considered skipping, but then decided not to. I wouldn't want to miss out on my daily dose of J.T.
After rolling myself out of bed, I dressed as I did every other day; in a pair of dark jeans, a long sleeved shirt and my favourite leather jacket. I tried to make myself look presentable for school. Especially since he was there. You never know; today might be the day he actually talked to me.
I went over to the mirror and brushed my hair back into a messy bun, then managed a meekly smile. It looked like I was constipated. Usually, I had a nice smile. In fourth grade I had been voted to have the "Nicest Smile", just beating some of the boys. When I smiled the dimples on my cheeks showed.
In my books, I wasn't that pretty. I was plain. Painfully plain. Sure, I've had boys who liked me and all. But, well I'm no super model. My face was framed by a curtain of silky black tresses (a common genetic among Quiluete's), bangs falling into my eyes. I have high cheekbones, a nose much too broad for my liking, and my eyes were too small to balance out the rest of my face. I loved my eyes. They were a golden brown colour, like amber or a gold-ish yellow, but they changed colour from time to time and stood out against my russet skin. I was quite curvy, with "child-bearing" hips as my mother told me. Honestly, I was like WTF? I'm only seventeen, I shouldn't even be thinking about babies.
I quickly put on some eyeliner to enhance my eyes, and changed my tongue piercing. I had my lip and nose pierced too but then I left them out for awhile and the holes closed up, and I couldn't be bothered getting them pierced again. At least my belly button piercing was still there.
I heard a small beep coming from my cell phone, indicating that I had a text message. Flipping it open, I saw that it was from Ellie.
Sorry Kim, cant pick you up this morning. Not coming to school. Sick. Guess you'll have to walk babe xx lol
I sighed and sent a quick reply.
That's okay Ellie. And you can just say that you're wagging. Lol xx
I silently wondered whether Jared would come to school today. I hoped he did. For those who have absolutely no clue as to who Jared is and why I was thinking about him, then brace yourself.
Jared Thail. I have been crushing on him for the past twelve years, and can honestly say that I am NOT obssessed. I'm not! So I know where he lives- big deal. I know where everyone lives. This is La fucking Push for crying out loud. We only share two classes, English AP and Calculas though I wished that we shared more.
He's really nice, and has a great sense of humour. Not to mention his rockin' body. Oh, his body... Drool worthy. He is the epitome of amazing.
Wait, what am I talking about? I don't even know him. He probably doesn't even know I exist. Nope; pretty sure he doesn't know I exist. Sure, he might occasionally ask for a pencil or to cheat off my homework, but that's it.
The longest conversation we ever had:
Jared: Do you have a pencil?
Kim: Yes, here you go. *Being the dork she is, hands over only pencil*
Jared: *Gruffly* Thanks.
Kim: *Whispers* I love you.
Jared: What?
Kim: Nothing! *Blushes like crazy*
I picked up my bag from behind the door, and quickly stuffed the packet of smokes that I hoped was not empty into my pocket, and walked downstairs, the old stairs creaking beneath me.
The defeaning silence screamed at me as it did every morning, but I had grown used to it over the years. We have a small house; two bedrooms, a small bathroom, kitchen and a living room. My mother worked two jobs to keep the roof over our heads and food on our table, so she was never home. She would come home at around about seven, sleep until eleven and then head out again. I admired my mother. Whenever I did see her she was always caring and loving, and smiling. Constantly seeing the bright side of things. She smiled alot, even when she didn't have anything to smile for. Even when the power was cut and we only had two slices of bread between us for dinner. But that didn't happen often, I swear.
I worked part-time at the local supermarket, to save for college tuition. And plus Mrs. Burk gives me a discount on smokes.
I munched on a granola bar while I went through the cupboards, seeing if we could make it till my mother's next payday. I bit my lip. If I didn't have any breakfast for the next few days we could make it. That's alright, I barely have any breakfast anyway.
I sat at the table, where my sketch book and pencil lay haphazardly. I picked up my pencil and began to finish off my sketch of a giant hourglass.
I hadn't realized that a whole hour had passed until I looked at the time on my phone. Ten past eight. I sighed, and retrieved my umbrella from the living room and then began to trudge my way to QTS.
While sloshing my way to school, I always tried to use my time to think some things through. It was my way of ignoring the rain that had found its way through my shoes and now squished through my toes. I went through my pockets and retreaved my packet of smokes, relieved to find that I still had a few in it. I found a lighter and lit my cigarette, smoking the ciagrette with one hand while the other held up the umbrella.
About an eighth of the La Push community live down my street. I like that about La Push; it's so small and easy to get around in. Five minute walk and I'm at Payten's house; twenty minutes and I'm at school. It's also the reason why I hate this place. Everyone knows everyone elses business. Gossip spreads faster than the freaking bubonic plague.
Another reason why I hate this place? Close to zero entertainment. Nada, zilch. I mean, there are some good places to surf- if you can surf. I tried surfing once. Almost drowned. And the weather isn't always the best (this is Washington, of course) so you can't go for a swim down at the beach. Our only source of entertainment is the spacey games by the local bar. And they don't even work.
I inhaled and puffed out the smoke as the rain began to pick up, and soon it was beating down on my umbrella like a drum. Flicking away my cigarette, I pulled my jacket around my body as a sharp gust of wind tore through me. I suddenly caught sight of a tall and muscular figure walking on the road, and immediately jogged towards that figure.
He glanced up, smirking when he saw me though the rain was pelting against his skin. He hardly seemed aware of it.
"Kimmy Kub." He said softly, sounding almost relieved.
"Hey, Paulie." I said, my teeth chattering. He frowned, and ducked under my umbrella, seeking shelter. I hadn't seen Paul for a few days- at least he had decided to come to school today.
Every time I see him he seems to be getting even bigger. He no longer looks like the gangly boy with the messy black hair that I used to remember, but now had morphed into the muscular, tall boy on the verge of adulthood that stood before me.
He looks about 6"8, and that's just guessing. Now, I like to consider myself a pretty tall girl for my age- 5"8- but whenever I'm around Paul I feel short. And he never lets me forget it.
Paul was soaking from head-to-toe. His cut-off shorts were wet and his t-shirt clung to his body. I rolled my eyes, knowing that some girls would be falling over themselves more than usual today. I, on the other hand, didn't think of him like that.
Paul seemed awfully warm these days; like he had a constant fever. He radiated heat, like my own personal heater, and that I was grateful for that as another blast of cold air hit me in the face. I stood closer to Paul, realizing how cold I was without him around. His arm went around my shoulders, pulling me closer with a sigh as we sloshed down the road, but somehow it didn't feel the same anymore. It felt... different.
Paul had been acting strange lately. He had disappeared a month ago, not that much of an uncommon thing with Paul, but he hadn't told anyone where he was, not even me. We were just sitting in the cafeteria, and I was ogling Jared (as I always did) and then suddenly he starts to shake so hard that it felt like he was having his own personal earthquake. After that he ran out of the cafeteria, snarling (like, literally snarling) at Jared as he went past. He came back after about two weeks, and then tried to ignore us completely, not even sparing a glance in our direction. Epic fail, might I mention. I cornered him in the corridor and demanded to know what he was doing, and then he just sort of stared at me for awhile, dumbfounded. Eventually he regained his posture and then went back to behaving like his old, cocky self. Mostly. He would sometimes disappear for a moment, and then reappear out of nowhere. He hardly ever stayed over anymore, making up excuses like "oh, my mom said that I had to babysit tonight" or "uh, I would but I have a lot of homework to catch up on". Paul, doing homework? That's the most unconvincing excuse I have ever heard. He could at least have the decency to tell me a believable lie.
I knew that something was up, but every time I attempted to talk to him about it, he would just mutter something incoherant and then walk off. There were those moments when we were alone and he looked as if he wanted to tell me something, but then he would be interrupted and he wouldn't bring it up again for awhile.
"You shouldn't be walking around by yourself, Kim."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Paul, this is La Push. If someone were to jump me I would probably recognize who it was anyway."
"I'm just saying, Shorty. Anyway, what happened to your car? It didn't get stolen again, did it?"
Again. Yes, as much as most people would not like you to believe (particularly the elders), La Push does actually have a crime rate. Mostly it's just small things like robberies, or car theft, or underage drinking, but other times it can be big things like drugs and violence. For a small population (a little over four hundred and fifty people) it is almost impossible to steal a car and expect people not to notice you rolling around in your "new" car just as the same exact one went missing a few days earlier. Come on people. Think!
I shook my head feverishly. "No, that fucking cop caught me again and took my licence off me."
Paul made a face. "Charlie Swan?"
"Yeah, him. I wasn't even that drunk! Fuck, the stupid breathalizer test showed that I was two times over the legal ammount, but I say that's bullshit. Who else was supposed to drive Ellie and Payten home? It was either me or these dodgy guys from the Makah rez who looked in their late thirties" I ranted in a low voice.
"Why didn't you just ask me?" he replied angrily.
"You weren't there. Anyway, what happened to your truck?" I demanded. We were about a few minutes away from the school now.
"Um, Sam is using it until his truck gets fixed."
"Sam Uley? What did I tell you about him, Paul? That guy is no good." Paul grimaced.
"You can't say that, babe. You don't even know him!" he exclaimed, looking desperate.
"He disappeared for a few weeks, basically scaring the hell out of everyone, and when he returned he wouldn't tell anyone where he went, and then he goes and dumps his long-time girlfriend, Leah for her cousin. Yeah, he seems like an awesome guy." I muttered sarcastically. Paul remained silent.
We had arrived at school, and students were piling through the doors. I gripped Paul tightly, not wanting to get lost in the crowd. I didn't know why, but I had always been afraid of crowds, or small spaces. Claustrophobic. It felt like I was being boxed in, the air felt too tight, like I couldn't breathe properly. Paul held my hand, pushing through the crowd and barking at people to move. They parted like the freaking Red Sea. Girls, as I had expected, drooled over Paul, glaring at me in envy, and they all had that look on their face; "Ew, why is Paul hanging out with a loser like her?" It was like this every freaking day. You would think they would get over it after six years.
Most of you are probably wondering the same thing. How did a loser like me ended up with a best friend like Paul de Sigo. Well, while we have lived next door to each other for our whole lives, Paul and I actually became close friends when Bethany (Paul's older sister) and Jason (my very close, first cousin) were babysitting us, and they wanted to have a little makeout session, they would force us to tag along. Through waiting for hours and hours we formed a special bond, one that became stronger and stronger as we grew older. Now, Paul is definitely my best guy friend- he knew me inside and out. There are no secrets between us. I hope. We told each other everything. He knew about Jared, and wasn't exactly happy about it. Why? Because Jared is Paul's arch nemesis. They were friends right up till fifth grade, and that's when they stopped being friends. Now they're both the most popular boys in school.
As much as I love my best friends, Payten and Ellie, sometimes it feels good to get away from all of the girl talk.
A girl stepped in front of us, and I recognized her immediately. It was Natalie Denson. If this school could afford to have a cheerleading team, she would be the captain. She liked to consider herself the top dog at this school. Not much of an achievement, since there is only about a hundred people who go to this school. She is so cliche, with her tanned skin, blonde curls, baby blue eyes and fake tits. Not to mention her little followers, Aimee and Kailer. She is, without a doubt, the school slut. She is constantly bragging about how many guys she has slept with, including *barf* Paul. That was over seven months ago, though, and Paul said that he thinks she spiked his drink.
Just standing next to her made me feel like I was going to catch AIDs.
"Hey, Paul." She batted her mascara-full eyelashes at Paul, in an attempt to woo him. He didn't like her, he told me himself, but the girl just couldn't take a fucking hint.
"Hi, Natalie." He replied, no emotion in his tone.
"So, I was thinking... There's this party at mine this Saturday, and I was really hoping you could come." Natalie said in a seductive tone.
"I would but you see, um..." he glanced down at me with a prodding expression. "I was going over to Kimmy's that night, wasn't I Kim?"
"What? Oh, yeah that." I said, rolling my eyes. Natalie finally turned to look at me, her glare was icy, but it made me feel like she was trying to set me on fire with her mind. I snorted inwardly. That would take using more than two percent of her brain power.
"How's Jared, Kim?" She sneered, a mischievous smirk on her lips. I blushed. Of course, everyone knew that I liked him.
Did I mention the fact that Natalie also continuously feels the need to bug me every chance she gets, and practically make my life a living hell?
"Natalie." Paul growled and she tore her beady eyes from me to look at him again.
"Come on, Paulie." Paul winced when she used the nickname that I had given him. She sounded desperate. It was pathetic. Then again... I would know.
"Listen Natalie, we have to go. See you... err, later." Paul then swept me away, towards my locker.
"God, that girl can't take a fucking hint." He mumbled, and I laughed. Paul was a bit of a womanizer, though that didn't stop me from loving him any less. He was like a brother to me.
"You know Paul, I have been watching you lately, and it appears that you have fallen off your high horse." I smirked at him.
"What do you mean?" he replied, confused.
"I mean- you aren't as arrogant as you were before. And you have lost your touch with the ladies." I stated.
"Pfft, I still have it, baby. I'm mean, come on, it's me for crying out loud. I'm Paul. I'm the Paul. I could get any girl I want." He gave me that cocky, lopsided smirk that I knew as he leaned against my locker. I rolled my eyes.
"Kimbo!" I heard someone shout from behind me. I spun on my heels, and was met with a tackling hug. Payten's arms were around my neck, basically cutting off my air supply.
"Woah, okay Payten. I don't think she can breathe." Paul chuckled, sounding concerned.
"Payten! You're back!" I gasped as soon as she had let go of me. I looked my friend up and down. She had gotten a tan, her normally pale skin was now a golden brown tone. Payten was part Irish on her father's side, and had inherited his ivory skin, which really stuck out amongst the russet skin tones here on the reservation. Her shocking burgundy red hair looked good with the tan, but you could hardly see the light freckles that dusted her nose, and her vivid green eyes appeared more enchanting than ever. So, to say the least, Payten looked beautiful. Not that she didn't look pretty before- boys always were trailing after her.
"Yeah, I missed La Push. California was too... ostentatious." She grinned.
Both of Payten's parents were hot-shot lawyers, who travelled a lot. They were both born in La Push, which just proves that La Push can produce some pretty big people too, and earned scholarships to Harvard or Yale or some other big, expensive school. After they had gotten their degrees they decided to return home to raise their only child, before they would go back to work. Payten hardly ever sees her mom or dad- like me- and insists that Ellie and I stay over at her house all the time, because she hates being alone. Her parents had to go to California, and thought that they would take Payten, too.
"Paul," she nodded at him. Paul smiled in return. The only reason why Ellie and Payten actually put up with Paul is for my sake. If it weren't for that then they would hate him almost as much as they hate Jared. Almost.
I opened my locker, and then almost half of my books fell out. I swore under my breath and bent down to collect them. Paul helped me pick them up, and then shoved them all in my locker for me.
"Thanks." I smiled. Paul returned the gesture with one of his own.
Payten's narrowed eyes darted between Paul and I, like she could see something that I couldn't.
"Uh, I think I'm going to go to class. See you in Science, Kimmy Kub." He gave me a quick hug before he left for class.
As soon as he wasn't within earshot, Payten began to babble.
"Oh my god! How the fuck did Paul get so huge? I mean, I leave for three weeks, and then when I come back he looks like a freaking body builder! And what is up with all that gazing he was doing, Kim?"
I went through my jumbled locker, pulling out the books I needed. "What gazing?"
"He was staring at you funny. Like, I don't know, you were his idol or something. Didn't you see it?"
"You must be imagining things, my dear Payten. Too much sun goes to your head." I said in a sing-song voice.
"I'm not crazy!" she shouted, earning a few looks from other students.
I fought the blush that was slowly spreading over my cheeks.
"Inside voice, Payten, inside voice." I murmured softly. I slung my bag over my shoulder again, and we made our way to our first class; English AP.
"I'm just saying, he was looking at you really funny. I don't know." she let out a frustrated sigh.
"Payten O'Connell doesn't know? Wow, that's a first." I laughed. We entered the class just as the bell rang, and sat in our usual seats, across the room. Stupid Miss Black (no relation to Jacob Black, at all) insisted on alphabetizing our first names, so Payten had to go sit with the M and N's. I, on the other hand, sat next to Jared. Jared. Ah, how life likes to torture me. It was like waving a piece of chocolate cake in the face of a serious diabetic. I could look but not touch (or eat, in the diabetics case).
I sat, doodling away on a page in my notebook. I heard a scrape next to me, and sure enough, Jared had arrived. I spared a glimpsed in his direction. He wasn't looking at me, thank God. He was unquestionably drool worthy. His dark brown hair fell perfectly, and I have gotten lost in his eyes more than once, I am ashamed to admit.
He looked troubled, or angry at something. I yearned to ask him, to comfort him if needed. I sighed. That would never happen.
"Okay class. Today we are going to be..." Miss Black drowned on and on about something that I should have been listening to, but I wasn't. I adverted my eyes from Jared, and tried to concentrate on the lesson. Failed, just so you know. My eyes kept darting to Jared anxiously. I wished that we would at least look at me. There we go again with the pathetic.
As soon as the bell rang I was out of my seat and heading to my next class before Payten could ask what was troubling me.
"Hey, Kim." Embry Call said to me when I had taken my seat in History. He was a sophomore, and I was a junior, but since it was such a small school the classes got mixed together.
"Hi, Embry." I smiled at him. He was quite shy, like me, nothing like his best friend Quil Ateara, who was loud and arrogant. Jacob was in the middle, so to say.
"How's life, Kim?" he asked. The teacher, Mr. Phillips, entered the room. He was this really old guy who was probably picked to be the history teacher because he basically lived in the past. He never taught us anything, and just drowned on and on about some dead guy, or his past experiences. He always called me Jane. No idea why.
"Good. Boring. What about you? Still have that massive crush on my best friend?" I grinned at him, and he blushed under his russet skin. He had his huge crush on Payten, but never quite built up the courage to ask her out. Little did he know, Payten was crushing on him too.
He tried to change the subject, and we chatted for abit until the lesson was over. We walked to the cafeteria together, and then went our separate ways.
"Kimmy Kub," a familiar voice said from behind me. I rolled my eyes, already knowing who it was. Paul smirked down at me. On his tray he had two apples, three pieces of pizza, two bowls of pasta and todays special, which was "Mystery Meat" from Monday. Bleh. I held on to my soda tightly.
He stood next to me in the line, some people grumbled about pushing him, but were silenced by Paul's glare. I titled my head to look at him.
I could tell why people thought he was scary and intimidating. I didn't see it, personally. He was still the same old Paul to me.
He gazed down at me with a silly grin. I rolled my eyes, and then turned to pay for my drink.
"God Kim; is that all you're having?" He grimaced. I nodded silently, and then looked around for Payten. Maybe she had lunchtime detention. It was amazing that Paul didn't.
We sat at our own table in the back, and my assumptions were confirmed when Paul told me in between gulps that Payten and Kevin were in detention together.
"I need a smoke." I told him, standing up and gripping my bag.
He shrugged, but I knew he was silently fuming. "Okay then."
We both stood up, he dumped his tray on the bin a few metres away.
The halls were silent- everyone was in the cafeteria. We turned down a deserted hallway which led out to the bike shed. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Kim, wait." Paul said. I turned swiftly on my heels to face my best friend.
"There is something I need to tell you," he continued with a wary expression. "Something important."
"Spit it out then Paul." I grinned at him, crossing my arms over my chest.
Paul closed his eyes, and breathed out. "Kim, I imprin-"
Suddenly, a sound came from behind the door next to us. It was like a moan. A really loud moan.
"God! Every fucking time!" Paul growled, then ran his fingers through his short black hair.
Curious, I crept towards the door. Maybe it was a teacher and a student having an affair. That would be the most scandalous thing to happen on the rez since Linda Marks got pregnant with her cousins baby five months ago.
"Don't go in there! People might be having it on the desks." Paul smirked and I felt like slapping those dirty thoughts out of his head.
"I just want to see who it is." I replied, then twisted the door knob.
"You don't," Paul warned but it was too late. The door swung open to reveal the worst sight possible.
It was Jared. And Natalie. Together. Involved in a heavy makeout session. His hands were all over her, up her shirt, and her hands were all over him. I stared at the two, dumbfounded. All of these emotions were coursing through me; anger, grief, chagrin, hurt. Basically, I felt like crap. There, sat my Jared, I mean- err, Jared, with Natalie on his lap and half way in his pants. She spotted me and stopped kissing Jared, then smiled at me with a satisfied look. Jared turned to glare at me.
"Sorry, this isn't the nurses office." Paul grinned, and then shut the door. I just stood there, looking like a fish out of water. Paul's rumbling laugh filled the empty hall. I twisted so that he could not see the hot tears threatining to spill over. Paul's chortling stopped abruptly.
"Kim? Kim, are you okay?" Paul put his hand on my arm. I shook it off, and walked out the exit.
Once I was out in the parking lot I began to walk towards the school gates. Paul was suddenly by my side, blocking my path. Worry was etched all over his features. He placed his heavy hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.
"Kimberly Anne Connweller, you are going to tell me what is wrong this instant." He said, using my full name. I shook my head, which caused tears to fall.
"Is this about Jared?" I shook my head feverishly but Paul could tell that I was lying.
"God, Kim! When are you going to get over him? He's such an ass and he doesn't care about anyone but himself." Paul exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
"N-No! He's not like that!" I replied in a shaky voice, defending Jared.
"Yes, he is Kim. I know him. He is a womanizer, and sleeps with girls like Natalie."
"I remember when you were like that, Paul!"
Paul snorted. "Why are you sticking up for that dick, Kim? He has done nothing but ignore you, but noooo, you still like the prick!" He yelled.
I felt a surge of anger towards Paul's words. How could he say that? He was supposed to be my best friend.
"It's none of your business what I do with my own life, Paul! You don't own me! I can do whatever I like with my own fucking life, so just stay out of it!" I screamed. My words really seemed to cut through Paul like a knife. He looked like a little kid who had just been told that there would be no Christmas, and then had all of his presents set ablaze before his very eyes. I almost caved. Almost. I was still furious with him. I huffed annoyedly, and then marched off in the direction of my home. Paul didn't seem to follow me. Good, I needed to be alone for a little while.
Thankfully, the rain had ceased as I walked home by myself, puffing my cigarette, reeling over the events of today in my mind. It was all I could focus on. Like my brain could not think about anything else. I loved Paul, I really did, but sometimes (not very often) he got on my nerves. Today was just one of those days where he pushed the wrong button.
When I got home, I went straight up to my room, not bothering to kick off my shoes or anything, and threw myself on to my unmade bed. I let out a frustrated sigh, peeking at the time on my phone. Twenty past twelve. Dammit. I had work at four, and Mrs. Burk said that she wanted me there today to sort out the supply room.
My mind flickered from thought to thought, and then finally settled on Jared.
I always knew Jared was popular among the opposite sex- I just didn't know how much. I had never seen him with a girl, so I had naturally assumed that he did not have a girlfriend. Apparently, I was wrong. Jared was like that. He sleeps around with girls like Natalie, sluts and whores, and will probably never look at me the way I will ever hope. I mean, he hasn't noticed me for the past seventeen years, what would make him start now? I'm a loser in his eyes, and will always remain just "that girl who sat next to me in Calculas".
This acceptance was made in silence. It was almost as if I were just recognizing this now. And I was accepting it. It hurt like hell, but I did. Tears escaped from the corner of my eyes. I really was pathetic.
I sighed, closing my blurry eyes as I suddenly realized how exhausted I was, and then drifted off into a soundless sleep.
And there is chapter two! Well, techinically chapter one. I hope you liked it!
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