One, Two, Three, Four.. | CubeSmp a.u

The next day, I finally felt a little bit more emotionally stable. I had never cried at school before, and yesterday was a first. I always had seemed to astound myself more than the last time.

As I walked down the same row of seats I did every school day, I refrained from looking at Will's eyes. I was embarrassed from what happened the day before, and I didn't want to have to justify why I was in tears that day. I was just too much sometimes.

As I was assembling my pens and pencils, Will turned around to face me. It was expectant and I was not dubious of it.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Will apologized. "if I did anything wrong."

"It's um..it's okay. It was no-othing. I was just overreacting." I gave Will a weak smile, hoping it wouldn't be so tense between us two.

He then flashed a smile back at me. "So you're okay?"

"Yeah I guess so," I replied, smiling widely, realizing that I finally wasn't alone. I finally had something who genuinely cared about me, even if we weren't that close.

"That's good," he grinned, grabbing my hand and taking it into his.

I flinched at first but eased into his touch, scared that something unexpected were to occur.

Will then looked at me worriedly.

"I'm uh, I'm okay. It's just that I'm not used to this kind of stuff, not like you," I informed him, smiling sheepishly. Then realizing what I had stated, I instinctively covered my mouth with both hands, pulling away from Will. "I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't mean that! Not like that!" I mumbled into my hands.

But Will just looked at me, smiling slightly like he enjoyed watching me be perturbed. Yet me, I stayed there frozen, as the room started filling up with other exhausted and agitated classmates.

I soon let my hands down and quickly apologized again.

"Char, it's okay," he chuckled. "I mean I know what you were implying but I'm not like that, okay? I try not to be like that. I'm not a man whore if that's you think I am."

People then started staring at the two of us, like we were a movie that just suddenly got comic.

I blushed a deep red. Flustered once more, I apologized.

"Char," Will started. "You don't have to keep saying sorry. It's fine. Chill."

I nodded my head, as the teacher walked through the doorway. Will turned back around in his seat.

Mr. Borrows began to start the lesson about nonfiction writing. I took down notes, trying my absolute best to centralize my thoughts towards every word that came out of the teacher's mouth. This new relationship has deranged my focus and has been tearing my thought process all too much. I've been wondering if having this "boyfriend-girlfriend" thing was the right thing to do. I mean I was in high school and I've never had one, not one relationship with a boy or girl. I wanted to have this experience eventually and I guess this was my opportunity.

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As I was walking down the hallway to get to my locker before lunch, I saw Will talking to Bianca. He looked so...so solicitous and frustrated; I almost felt bad for him. He ran his fingers through his hair and then rubbed his face in anger.

"I don't know what to do, Bee," I heard him mumble loudly.

"I don't know what to tell you," she said in sympathy. "You just have to keep going, okay? I know it wasn't your choice."