Chapter 3: Hurt

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Chapter three: Hurt (Ellie's POV)

I've been sitting at my desk doing my homework with my hands itching to pull the blinds open. 

I can't sit here with no sunlight, it's annoying. 

But then, obviously, I'm not interested in having a full view of whatever it is that he's doing in there. I let out a groan and put my pen down. 

This is great. 

How am I supposed to do creative writing like this? Our homework was to write a paragraph about literally anything. It was just to get our minds going again and my head is blank. Well, it's full of annoyance at the moment... 

Why can't he just screw around with whomever he wants with his blinds closed? Is it that hard to close your blinds? Like really? 

I was sitting there, staring off into space when my phone rang, startling me. It was Brett. "Hello?" I answered the call. 

"Open the door, I'm outside," he demanded. 

"You're outside my house?" I asked while heading downstairs. 

"Our house, babe," he replied, making me laugh. 

"What are you doing here?" I chuckled as I opened the door and hung up. 

"I didn't have anything to do or anywhere else to go, so I came here to bless you with my presence," he said while flicking my ponytail. 

"You mean you're here to annoy me so I can't get any work done." I gave him a knowing look. 

"Maybe," he admitted sheepishly. "Have you got anything to eat?" he asked. 

"There's probably some leftovers in the fridge from dinner. Dad didn't come home last night," I sighed. 

My dad has been swarmed with work this entire month. He's a surgeon but apparently he has the day and night shift and suddenly a lot of people need surgery. Funny. 

"When was the last time you spoke to him?" he questioned. 

"A proper conversation? It's been a minute." 

He closed the fridge and sauntered over to me. "Wanna watch a movie?" he asked. 

"I have work to do, but you can keep me company," I shrugged while going back up to my room with him following. The sun was starting to set and so was my motivation to complete this work. 

"Why is it so dark in here?" he asked while sitting at the foot of my bed. 

"Well, since my view is so fabulous, I'm just keeping them closed," I sighed while jotting down some ideas. 

"What is he doing?" Brett asked while standing up and taking a peek. "Nevermind," he said quickly, moving away from the window. 

I bit back a laugh and closed my notebook. 

Creative Writing can happen when I'm feeling creative. 

"Don't you have work to do?" I asked, spinning my chair so it faced him. 

"Nope. I missed the last lesson for tryouts and other than that, I don't have any work," he shrugged. 

"You didn't miss much anyway," I replied. 

"Let's just watch a movie, come on," he stood up. I whined in my seat before he grabbed my arm and pulled me up, dragging me downstairs. We sat on the couch, decided a movie, well, he did, and then clicked play. 

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I stood up with a sigh, stretching, my back cracking as I relaxed my body. The movie was done and I wasn't paying attention to any of it. I fell asleep. 

"I should get home," Brett stood up with a sigh. 

"Oh, you're leaving me alone?" I pouted. 

"I will see you tomorrow, Elle, bye," he laughed while grabbing his things. I got the front door for him, waving him bye as he drove off. Simultaneously, a car drove out of Zach's driveway. A car that wasn't his. 

At least I can open my blinds now. 

I went back upstairs and opened the blinds, letting out a sigh of relief when I discovered his empty room. I fell back into my chair, prepared to do the homework. 

I want to get this shit done. 

After thirty minutes, I was done. Once creativity flows, it really does. I'm kidding, I don't even know what I'm writing about. I heard the front door open and stood up while packing my things, ready to head downstairs and meet my mom, but I froze when I saw Zach in front of me, just sitting at his desk, staring at me. 

He had his chin resting in the palm of his hand while he stared at me, tracing every move I made, his eyes following me. 

I packed my stuff, rolling my eyes before putting my backpack on the floor and then going downstairs. "Hey," I called out. 

"Hi, honey, how was your day?" she asked while putting her purse down. My mom is a teacher at University of California here in Santa Barbara. She supposedly enjoys what she does. "So," she began, "I hear Zach has moved back home," she cleared her throat. 

Play it off, Ellie. It's not that big of a deal. 

"Yeah," I nodded. 

"Have you spoken to him?" she asked. 

"Nope," I replied. 

"Has he tried speaking to you?" 

"Yup." 

She nodded slowly while preparing dinner. "I know he hurt you, hun but I think it's been long enough. Don't you?" she sighed. 

Hurt me? He pretty much broke my heart. I'm not exaggerating in the slightest. I can't begin to tell you how gut-wrenching it is to find out that the person you liked and cared about most has kissed you and then just left the fucking country and completely cut you off. 

I cannot emphasize the point enough. I tried calling him so many times, texting him, I even went as far as emailing him thinking his number changed. I used his social media to reach out but no, nothing. I got nothing back. Hurt can't even explain how I felt. 

I thought he didn't tell me because I did something wrong, but then Brett told me that nobody else knew either. 

"Your dad is on his way home, I should tell you this before he gets here, but we have dinner with the Rivers tomorrow. I don't want to hear any excuses, you will be here for it. They'll come by around seven, dress nice, okay?" she said. 

I sighed in defeat. Nothing I can do about it. "Fine. Call me when dinner's ready," I said before going back upstairs. 

Zach was still at his desk but he was on his phone which he put down as soon as I stepped into his vision. I could tell by his gestures that he was asking me to open the window. It's better to have our first conversation by ourselves rather than in front of an audience. 

I rolled my eyes before opening the window and leaning forward. "What?" I asked. 

"Gee, I feel so welcomed," he said sarcastically. 

"Well, no one asked you to leave so..." I trailed off, arching a brow at him. 

"I didn't have a choice and you know it. How long are you gonna hold that against me?" he tilted his head to the side. 

"You had a choice to tell us and you didn't. Zach, what do you want? I don't want to have this conversation right now," I huffed. 

"Can we just talk?" he sighed. 

"About what? There's nothing for us to talk about," I scoffed. 

"So what? We're not friends anymore?" he chuckled humorlessly. 

"Friends don't leave without saying goodbye." 

He ran his hand through his hair, inhaling deeply. "Ellie, what are you trying to do? You know that we're going to start talking at some point. We share a fair amount of classes together and we have the same best friends. You can't avoid me forever." He gave me a pointed look. 

"I can try a little harder," I shrugged. 

"You know I'm not gonna stop trying," he replied. 

"Fine by me," I said. 

He stared at me for a moment, almost analyzing me. I wasn't stupid, I knew he could see through my act. "All right, see you tomorrow," he smirked before walking out of his room. 

I resisted a groan and sat on my bed, grabbing my phone. 

Annoying ass idiot. 

I texted Ashley for a bit until my mom called me down for dinner. We were sitting at the table when my dad walked in. He seemed extremely exhausted. 

"Hey, dad," I grinned at him. 

"Hey, kid," he laughed, walking over to me and giving me a quick hug. "Let me go wash up," he said before disappearing in his room. He came back out as the doorbell rang. 

I stood up to answer and pulled the door open, surprised to see Zach. 

"You dad left his keys in the car. I locked it up for him." He dangled the keys in my face with a smirk tugging at his lips. I tried taking the keys but he retracted his hand, pulling them out of my reach. 

I stumbled forward trying to grab them but he wasn't budging. "Zach," I huffed while reaching up. 

He pulled me closer before placing the keys in my hands and then walking away with a wink, leaving me dazed. 

I have never hated a person more for what they did to me. 

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Chapter three

I'm in class right now but I'm done with my work because I'm a good student.

Good student my ass, I hate this stuff I want to sleep but my sleeping pattern is fucked up beyond repair.

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Next Chapter: Change is good

Sneak peek: It's in Zach's POV, he's gonna tell us why he had to leave, what changed in England and what he's going to do now that he's back. 

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