She hadn't spoken to him in two weeks. Two whole weeks.

Clara and Aden had called Rory on speaker phone asking her why she hadn't come last Friday.

"We miss you!" Clara and Aden had said at the same time.

But even their jinx didn't stop them from talking to Rory.

"Are you coming to our game on Friday?" Aden had asked.

"I don't know hon."

Clara yelled over the phone, "Please!"

Rory had felt like crying at that point, "We'll see."

"Tristan really misses you."

"He does?"

"Yeah, a lot too. He won't even let us talk about you, he gets all mad." Aden had said.

"Please come Rory. We miss you so much!" Clara had cried over the phone.

After Rory had hung up she had sobbed her eyes out. Why did she screw up everything?

She missed him so much that it hurt. There was this deep pang in her chest that wouldn't go away. And since their fight her nightmares had become even worse, now they happened every night.

She just didn't know what to do anymore.

* * *

School on Friday was miserable. The classes went by horribly slow, and there was no Tristan to help her along.

What hurt the most was that he didn't even look at her in the halls. Whenever she passed him he stared straight ahead, didn't even glance at her.

When she arrived at her locker after fifth period Paris was waiting for her there.

"Hey Paris." She said as she opened her locker.

Paris watched her, "Hey."

"What's up?" Rory asked putting more books into her backpack.

"Would you guys just make up already?"

Rory straightened quickly, "What do you mean?"

Paris rolled her eyes, "You KNOW what I'm talking about Rory. You're miserable without each other."

"How do you know?"

"Anyone could see it."

"Oh." Rory looked at the ground.

Paris put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "He really misses you."

Rory looked up and forced a smile, "And also really pissed."

Paris shrugged, "So apologize."

"It's not that easy."

"Why not?"

But Rory didn't know why not.