ARIA'S POV:
I glanced at Spencer, deep in thought. My mind was piling up question after question.
Why couldn't she sleep last night?
Why did she need a ride?
Didn't Toby usually take her?
Why was she so quiet on the way here?
Why is she wearing a sweater, it's like 70 degrees out?
I was about to stop her and get some answers when we arrived at her class. I hadn't even noticed.
"I'll see you later Aria."
I watched as Spencer walked into her classroom and sat down.
"See you later…" I muttered, although the classroom door was closed and she couldn't hear me.
I walked off to fin Hanna and Emily, and discuss Spencer's odd behavior. Maybe one of them had heard something.
HANNA'S POV:
"So who could this beach hottie be?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, what if it's Wilden?" Emily questioned.
"Wilden? Ew! No way." I argued. Em rolled her eyes.
"Okay, well if it's not…" Emily trailed off.
"What? If what's not?" I asked, but she didn't respond. I turned to where she was staring. Aria was walking over to us, a panicked look on her face.
"What's wrong Aria?" I asked.
"I don't know, but I think something's wrong with Spencer." She muttered quickly.
"Spencer? Why? What happened?" Emily shot questions at Aria.
"I don't know, but she was really quiet this morning."
"Wait, when did you see her this morning? Where is she?" I asked.
"I picked her up and drove her here, and she's in class." Aria responded.
"Wait, why did you pick her up? Doesn't she usually ride with Toby?" Emily stated.
"Yeah, that's part of it. Guys, she texted me at 2:30 asking for a ride." Aria's eyes were wide with worry.
"What was she doing up that early? You don't think her and Toby had a fight do you?" Emily panicked.
"I don't know, I thought one of you might know."
I shook my head. "No, this is the first we've heard of this."
"Okay. Well we'll discuss this later. I've got to get to class." Aria smiled sadly and walked off.
"Yeah, I've got to go too." I said, looking at my watch. "Don't get too stressed over this Emily, I'm sure everything's fine." I reassured her. Her kind heart can be filled with worry faster than someone's bladder after four cans of soda.
Trust me; I would know what that feels like.
EMILY'S POV:
I know Hanna told me to stop worrying, but I couldn't keep my mind off Spencer the entire class period. I just couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
"Emily? Do you know the answer?" My history teacher questioned.
"What?" I jolted back into reality. I could hear a few snickers throughout the classroom and I felt my face heating up.
"Please stay with us Ms. Fields." She scolded. I nodded and tried my best to push my worry to the back of my mind, but when the bell rang I was out of that classroom faster than lightning.
I practically plowed a few kids over on my way to Mr. Fitz's room. We all had English together, and I was hoping to talk to Spencer, or Aria.
I set my stuff down and watched as Spencer walked into the room.
"Hey Spence!" I called. She looked up, and I saw the dark circles that resided under her eyes.
"Hey Emily." She said softly, yawning afterwards.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, just a little tired." She said with a smile. I nodded and watched as she sat down at her desk.
Moments later Aria and Hanna walked in, and I saw that they too were focused on our other friend.
Eventually the bell rang, and I had to turn and face Mr. Fitz. Every once in a while I'd glance back at Spencer. She kept tapping her foot, and seemed very agitated. I wondered what was wrong.
SPENCER'S POV:
I felt my throat tighten, the anxiety building up inside me. What if someone saw my cuts? Do the others know? Why does Emily keep looking at me? Is it that obvious?
I felt myself fumbling with my sleeves again, and I felt the urge to leave the classroom and do it again. However, I know I shouldn't.
A few more minutes passed, but the temptation was unbearable. I raised my hand slowly.
"Yes Spencer?" Ezra asked.
"May I use the restroom?" I asked, as calmly as I could.
"Of course." He smiled and I got up. I thanked him as I walked towards the bathroom.
I couldn't get there fast enough. When I got inside I glanced around. All the stalls were open, so I was the only one there.
I smiled and pulled the glass shard out of my pocket. I had slipped it in there this morning just in case. I didn't think I would need it this soon, but I was glad I brought it anyways. Little did I know I had already become dangerously addicted to the easy escape route. I dragged it across a few times, just enough to calm my troubled soul. When I was done, I washed the blood off, and pulled my sleeves down to cover it up. I glanced up at my reflection. I looked like crap.
My hair was messy, even though I had it pulled up. My eyes were bloodstained, and I had circles under my eyelids. I groaned, and walked out of the bathroom. There wasn't much I could do at this point in the day.
I walked back into the classroom, and immediately felt Emily's eyes on me. Did she know?
I was worried that I would start getting anxious again, but the fresh pain kept me focused, and I didn't have any more worries the rest of the hour.