Yes I know you hate me and that's okay. I'm totally sorry for the lack of update. I've had a lot of projects and at a point, my internet was turned off but we're back and live (but I still have a lot of projects because all my teachers decided to pile the work all on to us at the same time). Nonetheless, here's the new chapter I hope you like it and I hope it won't be too long before I'm writing another one of these lil note things.

Walking out of second period, I was less inclined to want to poison myself to get out of school as normal. My essay was finished and written greatly and it wasn't so much that I no longer cared what Eli thought of it, I just cared less. Carefree was my goal but that was only something I could only obtain when not sober and sober was my way of life right now. But as an added bonus, I felt lovely. You know those days when your outfit is nice, and your mascara went on without any clumps and your hair curled just the right way and the shuffle on your iPod plays all the right songs at the right time and you just feel lovely? This was one of those days for me.

As I walked down the hall, nothing affected me or made me upset as usual. It seemed that when I was already upset about having to be at school, everything else were just added annoyances. It was like I looked for things to be even more upset about than normal. But now, with not that much anger towards having to be in this facility, nothing or not much was annoying or bothersome.

I was walking with a stride that I normally never had, not bothered by some of the eyes that were watching me as I walked down the hallway. I normally would have took those eyes as a hint that something was wrong and bad with me but this time I took it and added it to my confidence of the day. I held my head up high as I turned the corner and smacked right into someone, knocking the folders in their hands, and in effect the paper out of the folders, on the floor.

Immediately, I saw a graph in my head with my confidence plummeting down into the ground. It was like the one time I felt confident and not too self-conscience, I just had to smash into someone. I felt my face start to burn up with embarrassment as I knelt down to help them. As I grabbed the papers and piled them together, I saw tons of graphs and organization papers with a schedule of ideas for school functions. Hoping I didn't run into the principle, I looked up quickly but instead or seeing Simpson, I saw Drew.

"Sorry," I said, standing up along with him, handing him the pile of papers.

"It's cool with me," Drew responded, adding the papers to the folder, "Katie's sort of a neat freak so she might not be too happy with the wrinkles."

"Oh yeah Katie, school president, also your girlfriend." I was surprised at myself at how flat and bitter it sounded without me meaning to make it sound that way.

"Try not to sound too excited." Drew laughed.

"Oh should I get excited about someone I don't even know?"

Drew looked at me closely, with a smirk and teased, "You're not jealous, are you?"

"What would I be jealous of?" I said with raised eyebrows and a rebuttaled smirk.

"Nothing," Drew shook his head as if he wanted to say something but was telling himself not to, "Nothing at all."

"Exactly." I shrugged, slowly walking away in the direction of my locker, "Well, I should head to my locker now, class starts in a minute."

Drew nodded, as I walked but then turned around to face me again and said, "So I'll see you at lunch?"

"You will?" I asked, confused but not totally opposed to the indirect invitation.

"Yeah unless you want to leave me alone outside, which would be very mean and inconsiderate."

"Well I'm not mean or inconsiderate, so I guess I have an obligation to accept. See you in an hour." I said, with a slight smile as I turned the corner away from Drew.

I walked into French, where Cam was already sitting down, waiting for me I supposed or hoped. His head was down but as I walked over and sat in my seat, his head lifted up to look at me.

"You look…" he titled his head, squinting his eyes, "Glowy. Way better than the weekend."

"Aw thanks, you always know how to flatter me."

"I try," Cam shrugged, "So any reason for the added glowy-ness? A slightly taller than you, brown haired, teenage boy reason?"

I whipped my head around at Cam with squinted eyes in annoyance to the fact that he would even think that my outfit was in result of some guy.

"No, not at all. No guy is going to influence what I wear."

Cam shook his head, not at all convinced, muttering, "He may not have influenced by control but he did some influencing by you thinking of him."

I wanted to respond back, to say I didn't think about Drew that way. That we were just friends and that's absolutely all it was but for two reasons I didn't. One, because the minute I had opened my mouth, the teacher proceeded to tell us to cut the conversations to pay attention. Two, because I knew it would just end up with him still believing that for some reason I did think about Drew that way no matter how many times or languages I said it in. That thought didn't necessarily end with Cam though. No matter how many times I told myself that I didn't think about Drew that way, a voice in my head shook it's head and said I did. But I couldn't have. I barely knew him. I guess that could be counter-argued with the fact that Juliet barely knew Romeo but look how their rush ended.

I shook that internal argument into the back of my mind as I sat through the rest of class, writing down French and reciting it back and forth with the teacher until the end of class. As Cam and I got up together to exit the class as we always did, Cam told me to not have too much fun away from him, which was an indirect to something and by something I meant Drew which reminded me of my next destination.

I was surprised at myself for how eager I was to get to lunch and in context, to Drew. Once his name popped into my mind, the infamous internal argument came rolling back into my mind. I tried to convince myself that he was just becoming a really good friend that I was fond to be around because our conversations were witty and I could use all the friends I could manage to get these days. Another part of me knew that there was something more in my feelings there though. But the only acceptable thing to do was grab that part of me, trap it in a box way in the back of my mind and heart where it was almost forgotten about and lock it up so it couldn't break out and try to convince me that I had feelings, other than friendship, for Drew.

I grabbed my lunch from my locker and walked to the front door of the school to see Drew already sitting at the bench where we were at last week. I pushed open the door and walked down the steps to the bench and sat down across from him, placing my lunch on the table. I looked at him and it seemed like he was annoyed or frustrated at something. I looked at the time on my phone to make sure I wasn't late or anything so that he was waiting for me, but I was right on time.

"What's wrong?" I asked, taking my peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of my bag.

"Relationships suck, you know that?" Drew said, shaking his head as if the question was for himself and not me.

"I do." I responded, "But why the sudden animosity towards them?"

"It's just, you can never do anything right in relationships. Something's always wrong and I'm always the wrong one regardless of if I'm actually wrong or not. Like with the papers earlier, Katie says I suddenly screwed up everything when it was actually just a couple of wrinkled papers that aren't killing anyone and are still fully usable. Then I said I was going to lunch and she says she should come with me but I said I'd rather her not because, and I didn't say this part to her, this is my one break from her for the day where I don't have to be wrong about everything. I need just a little hour without her. And she took that into something completely different. Something about how I 'actually hate her and never want to spend any time with her' and apparently our relationship is 'one sided'." Drew sighed, putting his head into his hands, mumbling out more, "I just don't know what to do. I don't know if I can do anymore."

"If you want to, you can." I said, "I think Katie just needs some reminders that you care about her. Like surprise her with something. She seems to be stressed a lot and that's probably a reason for her looking into everything, she's stressing the little things, like the wrinkled papers. So you have to think about that. And sometimes, just have lunch with her. It can be once a week or once every other week, just do it sometime."

Drew looked at me from between his fingers, which were still shielding his face, "You seem to know so much maybe you should date Katie instead of me."

"I'm just putting myself in her shoes," I shrugged, "Something you should also do if you want to keep this relationship working."

"And if I don't?"

"Then you need to tell her that you don't. Don't keep dragging her on if you don't want to be with her, that's doing more damage. If you're willing to fix the problems, do it and if you're not, then tell her." As I was saying these things I was realizing I was sounding horrible. As someone who just went through a breakup that only caused pain for me, I was instructing someone else to do the same to someone else. Even if it was the right thing for Drew to do, I was being a hypocrite in some way by telling him this advice. Either a hypocrite because I was directing Drew to break up with Katie but completely mauled Eli apart in my mind when he broke up with me. Or being a hypocrite to Katie by directing her boyfriend to break up with her when I knew how much it hurt me to be broken up with. At the same time though, I was telling the truth and what I thought was best from what I've heard. Then I realized that was it. What I was saying wasn't what was best, it was what I thought was best, "But you have to do what you feel like you want to do. Don't take my advice if you don't agree with it. And if you do agree with it, still don't take my advice."

Drew looked as confused as I would be if I just heard advice from someone and they then told me not to follow it. His head tilted and his eyes squinted in confusion with the intention of getting a response.

"I just don't want to be the reason for your breakup. I don't want you to get things back to good with Katie and then something happens and you think you can't deal with it anymore and then think back to this conversation with me and say 'I remember Summer said I should break up with her!' I don't want to be that 'aha!' moment or reason. Because I know what it feels like to be broken up with and it sucks and I don't want to be the reason behind that feeling for someone else."

Drew shook his head, looking me directly in the eyes as he spoke, "If I do break up with Katie, you won't be the reason for it."

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