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A/N: Hello, everyone! This is the fourth chapter and I am actually pretty happy with it. The ending is my favorite, and I think it will be all of yours favorite, too. I love that you guys are so protective of our Bella!

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Devastation.

It's a weird feeling. Unexplainable, yet still heartbreaking.

I didn't understand why I felt this way, I mean, it's not like-

Whatever.

I focused in on Mr. Varner then, listening to all the ins and outs of the project. Ten minutes in, I got really angry. The workload for the project was huge and he wasn't even here for the first day! Did he plan this? Did he think he could just not show up and expect me to do all the work?

If that was the case, he would be getting a rude awakening when he decided to come back. I would not be walked all over, even if it was by him. Realizing that there was nothing I could do at the moment, I tried my best to focus on our work and get as much done as I could.

By the end of the class period, I didn't know whether to be worried or pissed off because he wasn't here. After reminding myself of all the work I just did, I chose to be pissed.

"Hey there, sunshine," Angela said as hesitantly when I slammed my lunch tray down.

"Hi," I muttered, picking at my food.

"What happened?" she asked.

"He's gone today," I said.

She looked confused. "Okay? Um, I don't want to upset you, but why does that matter?"

I took a deep breath, trying not to get upset with her. She didn't do anything.

"It matters because we started our project yesterday and I was left with all the work today," I explained. "And it was a lot of work."

"Okay, I understand. But do you really think he just skipped today?" she questioned.

I left out a breath. "I don't know. I just think it's funny how he never misses school and then the day after we start a big project, he's gone. Leaving me with all the work."

"I'm sure there's a good explanation, Bella," she said softly.

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to listen anymore. I was mostly silent throughout the rest of lunch and I was thankful when the bell rang. I passed the rest of my day in this worried/pissed off state of mind and I was lucky that Charlie wasn't the "talking" kind of person, because I really didn't want to talk.

I went to bed early that night, sleeping restlessly.

I was nervous when I woke up the next morning and could barely eat my breakfast before I rushed out the door and headed to school.

Much like yesterday, I sat anxiously in my desk, tapping my pencil against my book as I watched the door deliberately.

And also much like yesterday, he never showed.

My anger spiked when I heard the bell ring and he wasn't here. I mean, was I that repulsing that he couldn't sit next to me? Was I that horrible?

I shook my head and got to work.

When I entered the cafeteria, Ang saw that I was upset and she, probably wisely, said nothing to me and we ate in silence. I finished out my day like yesterday and when I fell asleep that night, I realized I had never felt so bad about myself than I did in that moment.

When I got to English Thursday morning, I didn't even bother looking at the door. Somehow I just knew he wouldn't be there.

Sadly, I was right, and when the bell rang, I got right to work, pushing all thoughts of him out of my mind.

*TL*

I slumped down in my desk and pulled out my papers and got right to work. The 1920s were extremely interesting, more than I would have ever expected. I loved reading about the flappers and how women were fighting for the rights they should've-

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the chair next to me sliding out and someone sitting down in it.

Him.

My body tensed and I held my breath.

"Hi," he said nervously.

The sound of his voice brought on so many emotions and I swallowed them down, not wanting to face them. All the anger I had felt this week melted away and I was left with just one emotion.

Heartbreak.

Heartbreak because I wanted him so much. Heartbreak because one word from him can bring out so many feelings in me. Heartbreak because I wanted to be angry at him. I should be angry at him, he left me alone this whole week to do all of this work by myself.

And heartbreak because I realized in that moment that I could never truly be mad at him.

"Bella?" he whispered.

I closed my eyes as I felt tears build up and turned to look at him.

His face fell and took on a look of pain. "Bella."

I swallowed and narrowed my eyes at him. "Where were you?"

He swallowed, looking guilty. "I was sick."

I scoffed. "That's the best you can do?"

He leaned in closer to me and sadness fell over his face as I moved away from him.

"Bella, please," he pleaded. "Just listen to me."

I fought back more tears at the sound of his pleading voice. Don't break down, Bella.

I looked away. "We have work to do," I whispered.

"Bella," he started but I interrupted him.

"Here's what I've been doing the past three days," I said with an emphasis on the word 'three' as I handed him all my notes.

He looked guilty as he took the papers. I waited nervously as he looked over them, hoping he would approve.

"Bella, these are great," he smiled.

"I know," I muttered as I took them back. All of my anger suddenly surged back through me when I saw how many notes I had actually taken. I've worked so hard over the past three days and he's done nothing. He was probably banging some cheap girl while I slaved over our project.

I rolled my eyes at the rush of sadness that came over me at the thought of him with another girl.

Like he'd ever want you.

We spent the rest of class time working on our project, him trying to give me more excuses, and me doing my best to ignore him.

I had never been more relieved to hear the bell ring than I was today. I threw my papers together and hopped out of my seat.

"Bella," he said.

I ignored him and headed for the doors. I heard him behind me but paid him no mind as I headed for the cafeteria.

"Bella!" he called, grabbing my shoulder to stop me.

I stopped and turned around not looking at him.

"What do you want?" I whispered.

"I want to talk to you. To explain all of this to you," he said desperately.

"You don't need to explain anything to me," I argued.

He sighed. "Yes, I do."

I looked up then. "Well, I don't want to hear it, okay?"

"Bella-"

"Just don't, alright?" I whispered, finally looking at him.

Trying to ignore the look of complete devastation in his eyes, I turned around and walked away.

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