Chapter 17: Can We Talk

                                    

                                          
Song: I Could Never Be Loved
Artist: Powfu
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♡Alyssa's P.O.V♡
This morning Lucas decided to be a dick and wake me up by hitting me continuously with my pillow.
"Lucas! Get out!" I shout, yanking my pillow out of his grasp.
"Jeez, grumpy." He mumbles, closing the door behind him. Anyone would be grumpy if they were woken up like that. I swear brothers are one of the world's most annoying creatures, unless it's just mine. Can I trade him for a new one?
I stand up, reaching up toward the ceiling in a stretch. I glance over at the clock to check the time and see it's seven-forty-five. "Shit, I'm going to be late." I mutter aloud to myself.
In a rush, I run to my closet grabbing out a plain cropped dark blue hoodie and taking a pair of black leggings out of my dresser. Once I'm dressed, I quickly brush my teeth and my hair, before quickly applying a small amount of makeup. I shove my homework into my bag and grab my phone, rushing out of the house and grabbing the car keys on the way out.
When I finally make it to school, the second bell just starts to ring. I park the car in the first empty spot I see and walk as fast as I can to the office.
"Name?" The grey haired lady behind the desk asks me. She kind of scares me, there is no guessing when she'll be nice or a cranky old lady.
"Alyssa Bronx." She prints my slip without another word and hands it over to me.
"Thank you." I say before turning to leave.
When I walk out of the office, I look up and do a double take when I see Blake walking in from the side doors. 
"Blake?" He turns to me, giving me a small, almost dismissive nod before looking in the other direction.
"Wait, Blake!" Before I can even think about it, I'm grabbing his hand to stop him. "I called you yesterday." He looks down at our hands then pulls his away, shoving it in his pocket.
"I know. I watched my phone ring." He mutters, trying to walk away once again but I grab his wrist to stop him again.
A mix of confusion and hurt washes over me. He was ignoring me? "Why didn't you answer?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "I just thought you'd be a little busy with that dickhead." My mouth drops open. I can't fucking believe it. 
"Wha-what do you mean." I stutter.
"You know what I'm talking about, Alyssa." He deadpans.
I bring my gaze towards the ground, fighting back the tears wanting to spill. "Um, can we talk at lunch?" I ask quietly.
He doesn't say anything at first. He looks at me and then looks away again. His lips press together in a tight line before he shakes his head no. He walks past me, not even taking a second glance. 
I stand alone in the middle of the hallway as if I'm frozen to the ground. A stray tear escapes and slides down my cheek before I can stop it, I quickly wipe it away. My god Alyssa, pull yourself together.
"Get to class." A voice from behind me snaps. I turn to see a short lady with light brown hair tied up into a neat bun and a stern look on her face.
"Sorry." I manage to squeak out.
When I make it to my classroom, I knock on the door waiting for my teacher to let me in. Usually, he doesn't let us in until he's done talking, which is very annoying and only makes him have to explain everything again when he could avoid that. Not long after, Mr. Harrington opens the door with a detention slip in hand, completely ignoring my late slip.