Chapter 8
625 Words
An entire week had passed.
After the bench incident, Evy ignored Eddy completely. He caught her looking at him a few times, but before their eyes could meet properly, she would either turn her face away or roll her eyes in irritation.
She didn’t speak a single word to him.
During that week, all of Mrs. Natalia’s lectures were cancelled because she had the flu. So Evy either spent her time with Hailey and Owen or buried herself in her studies in the library.
The library and Evy cannot be apart forever. She loved reading books. Not because she was a typical nerd who kept her nose buried in pages all the time, but because she genuinely enjoyed learning. She wanted good grades. She wanted to become something in life. She was just like any other teenage girl, except she was more focused than most.
But Evy’s silence was slowly killing him. Her words echoed in his head constantly, ‘I don’t think I ever will.’
Why couldn’t she forgive him like before?
He needed to talk to her, to clear things between them.
It had been a week since Evy last spoke to Eddy. And it was hurting her.
She wanted to go hug him. She wanted to talk to him about anything and everything, just like before. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t forget what he had done to her. How had she turned her life into a living hell in this very school, despite being her best friend?
She wasn’t going to forgive him that easily.
She was heading to her next class when suddenly someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into the janitor’s closet.
“Ouch!! What the hell?” she shouted. “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Evy,” a familiar voice replied.
“What do you want, Eddy—” she stopped herself. “I mean, Edward.” She stumbled over the name, shocked that she had almost used his nickname.
“It won’t kill you to call me Eddy,” he said quietly, sadness lacing his voice.
“But it will definitely give you the wrong impression of being friends again,” she snapped, her tone sharp.
“What’s wrong with being friends with me?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she glared at him.
“As your best friend,” he said firmly, “I think it is my business to know everything about you.”
“Correction, Mr. Edward Loraine,” she shot back. “Ex–best friend. And no—I don’t owe you any explanation.”
“Why Evy?” he demanded. “Why can’t we be friends like before?”
“Friends?” she scoffed. “Do you even know what that word means? Yes, we were great friends once, but not anymore. You changed the meaning of our bond. Friends trust each other.I don't.”
She turned to leave, but Eddy grabbed her wrist.
“What now?” she asked, pure irritation dripping from her voice.
“What am I to you, then?” he asked, hurt flashing in his eyes.
“Nothing,” she said flatly. “You’re nothing to me. Just an arrogant, self-centered jerk who used to be my best friend. That’s it. Full stop.”
She yanked her hand free and walked out of the janitor’s closet.
Evy shut the door behind her and wiped the unshed tears from her eyes.
It hurt. More than she wanted to admit.
She couldn’t believe she had said that to him, but he had it coming. She was done letting people walk all over her. No matter how much she wanted to forgive him, she couldn’t.
She wouldn’t.
Never.
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