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interrupting him from hitting on my sister. He turned around, his face masked in recognition and slight shock.
"Excuse me, Jonah,” I said icily, “but hitting on my sister won't make you seem cool."
At the mention of the word ‘sister,’ he completely froze. Tori, on the other hand, hearing the word ‘Jonah,’ pushed him away with an incredible force. Her face was masked by complete revulsion. During Tori's first night at my house, I'd told her everything.
Everything.
Tori grimaced. “Ew.”
She linked our arms and we walked away, our chins in the air. Now out of anyone's sight, hiding in the bathroom, we had to clutch our poor stomachs to stop the hysterical laughter coming out of us.
"D-Did you see his expression when I ewed him?" Tori managed to blurt out between laughs. My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"Is ‘ ewed ’ even a word?"
"Who cares?” She flipped her hair in a drama queen-like way. “But if you must ask: yes it is, in Victoria Grace Winter's dictionary."
I simply chuckled, oh the joys of having a sister . In the period of four days, we'd grown as close as best friends who knew each other since the age of five.
Speaking of best friends, where was Liam? He had missed three days of school, wasn’t answering any of my texts and I had even tried calling at his house, in case his Grandma was there.
I had had zilch communication with him in three days. It has been worrying me a lot, but I just hoped he was okay. It was weird how much I missed him in that small period of time.
"Hey, Tori, have you seen Liam?"
She looked at me as if I was a Martian. "I haven’t met him yet.”
I scurried out of the bathroom and practically sprinted to his locker.
There he was. I felt relief and worry wash over me in moments.
Something was wrong. He was standing there, an absent expression on his face. I could feel bad vibes emitting from him.
"Liam, where have you been?” I asked. “I’ve been worried sick about you." I peered at him closely. He didn't lift his gaze from the book he held in his hands.
"Liam?"
Still no response.
"Liiiaaaam?"
Nada.
I waved my hands under his nose to get his attention. Finally, his eyes flickered to me and he lifted his head up. I gasped. His blue eyes were a darker shade than they usually were. His lips were set in a thin line. His expression was cold and hard. I'd never seen him like that.
"Liam? Are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.
He swiftly closed his book and turned to walk away. He took long strides. I half-ran to be at his speed.
"Liam? Why are you ignoring me?"
He kept on walking.
Fed up with his attitude, I grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop. His lips pulled up in a disgusted smirk. I could sense his anger. His eyes went to my hand.
"No, I'm not letting go until you write me what's wrong."
He rolled his eyes and stayed very still. I groaned and let go of him long enough to take out a small notepad from my pocket. I kept that at all times with me; it was another source of communication I had with Liam.
I handed him the paper. He now held the special blue pen that he always kept in his right jacket pocket and he used it to roughly scribble something down before showing it to me.
" Want to know what's wrong? You are. Leave me alone. Consider us, or whatever friendship we had, history."
I felt my bottom lip quiver, and he started to walk away. I ran after him and grabbed his arm again, but this time he resisted.
"No, please, Liam,” I begged. “Why? What did I do? Just tell me."
He abruptly shook his arm off and turned in my direction. My hopes went slightly up. His expression softened for a second, then hardened again. His mouth moved, tracing three words.
"Leave me alone."
Then he left me standing in the middle of the hallway, every step he made away from me, hurting me.
I felt
"Excuse me, Jonah,” I said icily, “but hitting on my sister won't make you seem cool."
At the mention of the word ‘sister,’ he completely froze. Tori, on the other hand, hearing the word ‘Jonah,’ pushed him away with an incredible force. Her face was masked by complete revulsion. During Tori's first night at my house, I'd told her everything.
Everything.
Tori grimaced. “Ew.”
She linked our arms and we walked away, our chins in the air. Now out of anyone's sight, hiding in the bathroom, we had to clutch our poor stomachs to stop the hysterical laughter coming out of us.
"D-Did you see his expression when I ewed him?" Tori managed to blurt out between laughs. My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"Is ‘ ewed ’ even a word?"
"Who cares?” She flipped her hair in a drama queen-like way. “But if you must ask: yes it is, in Victoria Grace Winter's dictionary."
I simply chuckled, oh the joys of having a sister . In the period of four days, we'd grown as close as best friends who knew each other since the age of five.
Speaking of best friends, where was Liam? He had missed three days of school, wasn’t answering any of my texts and I had even tried calling at his house, in case his Grandma was there.
I had had zilch communication with him in three days. It has been worrying me a lot, but I just hoped he was okay. It was weird how much I missed him in that small period of time.
"Hey, Tori, have you seen Liam?"
She looked at me as if I was a Martian. "I haven’t met him yet.”
I scurried out of the bathroom and practically sprinted to his locker.
There he was. I felt relief and worry wash over me in moments.
Something was wrong. He was standing there, an absent expression on his face. I could feel bad vibes emitting from him.
"Liam, where have you been?” I asked. “I’ve been worried sick about you." I peered at him closely. He didn't lift his gaze from the book he held in his hands.
"Liam?"
Still no response.
"Liiiaaaam?"
Nada.
I waved my hands under his nose to get his attention. Finally, his eyes flickered to me and he lifted his head up. I gasped. His blue eyes were a darker shade than they usually were. His lips were set in a thin line. His expression was cold and hard. I'd never seen him like that.
"Liam? Are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.
He swiftly closed his book and turned to walk away. He took long strides. I half-ran to be at his speed.
"Liam? Why are you ignoring me?"
He kept on walking.
Fed up with his attitude, I grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop. His lips pulled up in a disgusted smirk. I could sense his anger. His eyes went to my hand.
"No, I'm not letting go until you write me what's wrong."
He rolled his eyes and stayed very still. I groaned and let go of him long enough to take out a small notepad from my pocket. I kept that at all times with me; it was another source of communication I had with Liam.
I handed him the paper. He now held the special blue pen that he always kept in his right jacket pocket and he used it to roughly scribble something down before showing it to me.
" Want to know what's wrong? You are. Leave me alone. Consider us, or whatever friendship we had, history."
I felt my bottom lip quiver, and he started to walk away. I ran after him and grabbed his arm again, but this time he resisted.
"No, please, Liam,” I begged. “Why? What did I do? Just tell me."
He abruptly shook his arm off and turned in my direction. My hopes went slightly up. His expression softened for a second, then hardened again. His mouth moved, tracing three words.
"Leave me alone."
Then he left me standing in the middle of the hallway, every step he made away from me, hurting me.
I felt
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