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Sorry it has been so long since I updated! There may be a little Jared in this, hopefully no more moping Kim, but I'll see how it turns out.

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Chapter 26: Heart Break

It's hard to argue when

You won't stop making sense

My tongue still misbehaves

And it keeps digging my own grave

(Snow Patrol-Hands Open)

The day I had to go back, I spent the morning preparing myself for the grief that seeing him again would give me. I had finished crying, and had decided not to let one man rule my life, I had spent a day lying in self-pity and loss, now I was going to suck it up and be strong.

On the brighter hand of things, my relationship with my mother had strengthened, as now we were both in mourning over lost love, and finally had something in common. We leant on each other's shoulders.

I pulled my school bag onto my shoulders and looked quickly in the mirror, silently trying to convey a message to myself to be strong, and whatever I do, don't look at him.

I took off down the street on my path to school, and arrived at school, walking briskly to my classroom without looking up. I arrived at my form room, and took a quick peek up, checking quickly for any signs of danger. Okay, clear shores ahead. No pain for a while, then.

I crept into the classroom, and sat noiselessly in the corner. Then I remembered. This was the corner where he sat after he had first noticed me. Imprinting he had called it.

The rest of the day passed slowly, all leading at a snail's pace to my history class, where I would undoubtedly be seeing him.

I realised, with pressing dread, as I entered through the classroom door that today was the lesson we had been given to finish our projects with our partners. That means I would have to...to speak to... him. I know that my aversion to speaking to him was childish, but I couldn't help it. It would just bring up bad memories that I had been trying to push to the back of my mind for the whole of the weekend.

I entered hesitantly into the room, being able to see out the corner of my eye, his trouser leg. I averted my eyes rapidly, and made sure to keep my head down. Don't look at him, don't look at him, don't look at him, I chanted in my head, over and over again.

I sat down, careful where I looked, at my desk.

Mr. Franklin introduced the class at what seemed the speed of light, and sent us of to work with our partners.

I turned around as gradually as I could, making sure my eyes were nowhere near his face.

"Kim" said his deep voice, and I, out of shock, looked at his face, being the stupid, stupid girl that I am.

His face was amazing in its beauty, and I couldn't look away. The last time I saw him ran through my head, his words replaying over, each word like a punch in the gut.

I never really felt anything for you, anyway

I. Don't. Love. You

I felt the full impact of the words once again, and I had to stifle a sob to stop ...well, I might as well say it, now I was already falling to parts...to stop Jared from hearing me. I might cry like a baby at home, but in front of Jared, I would kill myself first.

I was staring at Jared like a loony, so I coughed, but it came out more like a sob.

"Y-yeah?" I asked, as casually as possible, but that also went wrong, and came out more like a sob.

His face softened at the sound, and he looked genuinely worried, then hardened into the face from the night we broke up. My silent sobs turned into not so silent sobs at the sight.

Why was it that I must always cry? Why could I be a strong, independent woman, who didn't cry at the drop of a hat? I had sworn to myself that I would not cry, and just now, that I at least wouldn't cry in front of Jared.

I excused myself to the bathroom quickly, and sat down in front of the sink, curled up, crying my eyes out. I tried to calm myself down, but all I could think about was Jared's angry, hard face. It killed me that it was me that caused that face. I could only think that Jared must hate me, I must have really upset him, or he wouldn't act like this. He...he hates me, and wants me to die.

I let out a huge sob at that last thought, and a pair of large tears rolled out of my eyes and down my face.

I let out a few more tears, then was all cried out. I used some paper to wipe my face, hopefully wiping away any evidence of tears.

My face was blotchy red, and it looked like I had been blushing a lot, but my cheeks were wet, and my eyes were red, swollen and watery. My crying was so loud that I hope nobody could hear it from the classroom. I wiped my face, scrubbing furiously at my eyes, until it looked like I had been blushing, and splashed water on my face.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and bumped straight into a hot, hard body.

"Kim," Jared started to say.

So, there you are! Another chapter! Sorry I took so long updating, I got distracted.

Thanks to all readers and reviewers!

Lots of love,

Deany-Bob101