Here is the next part of the story. Sorry it's so short. Weird question: what houses do you think they would be in at Hogwarts?

Disclaimer: I'm not Rick, just get that in your head!

Chapter 10: My Poor Broken Heart

Katie's POV

The next few days are a disaster of epic proportions. For me. I don't really know about Travis. I don't even know if I want to know how Travis is feeling. He was so angry yesterday, and it scared me so much. I don't know how I'll face him again without getting PTSD.

But it was I who provoked him. I, who had ruined the friendship or whatever else we had. And now we can never have any kind of relationship, and that kills me because it's my fault.

After I managed to get home on Thursday, I walked slowly down to my blanket fort and sobbed some more. It hurt so much. And I was so frightened, I just curled in a ball. I went to the library yesterday, Saturday, to get some fiction stories to lose myself in. Then I went right back to the blanket fort to shut myself off from my world.

I didn't feel like going to church or youth group, I didn't speak at all to my dad and sister, and the only time I got up was to take a bathroom break and get food. I couldn't even bring myself to watch hilarious One Direction videos because it reminded me of the time he wore the shirt.

I finally took a shower embarrassingly late on Sunday night, because I couldn't fall asleep. It was also embarrassing since I hadn't taken one since Wednesday night, but hey? I'm dealing with heartbreak and guilt here. So who cares? I don't.

I'm up all night after the shower, so I go downstairs and read some more. I think I grabbed like ten books off the shelves in the teen section and checked them all out, so I keep myself busy. By the time my alarm for school goes off, I have finished 6 out of the ten books. I read four yesterday, and two last night. I pack one in my backpack and leave the other three here. Then I get ready for school.

I make coffee for breakfast, and skip the actual food. Miranda gets up and grabs some cereal, and looks at me funny for not having some as well. Then I go and brush my hair, and throw on some joggers and a hoodie, which I never, ever, wear to school. I don't bother with any type of makeup, so I stumble down the steps and pour myself another cup of coffee.

"Miranda, can you drive me to school please?" I croak. That's another reason I haven't spoken in a few days. I have no voice right now.

She looks up from stuffing her backpack, gives me a pitying look, and finishes getting ready. Then I am at school, and I don't even remember the ride here. Except that Miranda asked what's wrong and I shook my head in answer.

The day goes by painstakingly slow. Class, passing period. Class, passing period. Everything was going good until lunch, when I usually saw Travis. I bite my lip to keep from crying, as every thought of him makes me want to sob. I get a nervous feeling in my stomach. I know that it will be nothing compared to in Calculus though. There I actually have to see him. At lunch, I can avoid all I want. So I walk to my favorite empty table, where I sat with Travis, pass it by, and sit on the floor in the corner. I ignore the confused stares and whispers, and I pull out my book and my coffee.

Halfway into the period, I hear a loud commotion coming through the cafeteria. A bunch of boys, and a few girls walk to the food line, and they are being very loud. Upsettingly loud, for me who would love to just read my book in peace and quiet. I see one figure walking weirdly out of the corner of my eye, and I see it's Travis. I look away and bite my lip again as I go back to my book.

As I take another sip of my coffee, I see the boys leaving. I look up and see Travis glaring at me. My eyes water and I feel a sharp pain in my chest, like something breaking. It consumes me, and I flip my hood up over my head and pull it low. Why can't he just ignore me? Why does he have to glare at me? I can't do this anymore! I just wanna go home! I pack up and ask for a pass to my counselor's office.

I walk hurriedly to my counselor's office, and I'm lucky that I catch her right before a meeting.

"Can I just stay in here for a bit? I just, I really-" I break down right there. Emotions fill my head and heart, and I sit down against the wall.

"I'm about to leave for a meeting, but it should just be one period, so I'll be back if you still want to talk about it, okay Katie? Just stay here as long as you need." She leaves, but not before giving me a pitying look, just like Miranda's. Except I'm sure that Miranda know's what's going on.

So for about two periods, I sit there. Sobbing, crying, but always quietly. I don't need people to give weird looks to the closed office door and come and check on me. My counselor doesn't come back, and by the time the 9th period bell rings, I am out of tears. So I head to Calc. I really don't want to do this. I write a quick note to my counselor on a piece of paper, saying that I missed 7th and 8th period, so she can change my absences. And to thank her for letting me use her office to cry in. Then I join the other students in the hall to get to class. I don't even think about going to the bathroom to wash my face. I just leave it. I'll be outta here soon enough.

When I get to class, Travis is already there. I look down and pull my hood over my face, more, but not before I see his piercing blue eyes. They're glaring at first, then they soften, and something else replaces the darkness that was there just moments before. I bite my lip and sit down at the front of the class, so that only the people in the front row and my teacher can see me. I don't need anyone else casting confused glances my way.

Class goes by super slowly. Slower than slow. A snail's pace slow. It's a lecture on graphing. I mean, we did this last year in Algebra 2! Why do we have to learn it again? It's the last day before Thanksgiving break, and I expect tons of homework from this class, but I only get a small packet of equations to work on. All my other classes gave me packets as well, and I stuffed them in my backpack for tomorrow.

When class finally finishes, I pack my things up. Travis got a pass to get out early, since he's using his crutches, so I don't have to worry about bumping into him on the way out. I text Miranda that I'm taking the bus home, which I haven't done since sophomore year.

I find my bus, and I grab a seat in the front and stuff my backpack next to me so no one else sits there. Then I stare out the window till my stop.

The End! Just kidding! I have a few more chapters left, like half a dozen or something like that, so stay tuned! this was more of a filler chapter. The next few are too, but there is still important stuff that is going to be happening!