I knew it was a bad idea. I just knew it. I wanted the ground to swallow me alive when I saw how panicked Noah was about the whole thing. I held the black notebook I bought yesterday (for two dollars may I add) and forced myself to stop shaking.

"Put it down," he warned me, his eyes burning mine with anger from across the women's bathrooms.

"Remember what you did to my bag that day?"

He didn't for sure felt as bad as I did at that moment when he broke so many eggs in there.

"Fucking put it down!" he warned me again, this time walking inside the women's bathrooms, hoping to take what he believed belonged to him.

"Stay there or this notebook will go under the water," the sentence sounded wrong for some reason, but you couldn't blame me, I was stressed and nervous.

I grabbed the handle of the sink, and suddenly the water started to come out.

But Noah kept on walking even faster towards me, looking like he was going to stab me any second and leave there to die. He was so close to me, looking like he is ready to kill when I threw the black notebook under the water out of pure panic.

His eyes widened and mine as well.

For a second, I couldn't believe I was doing this to a human being. Then, I remembered that it was just a prank, it wasn't even his real notebook.

"It's not what you think," I told him.

"Do you have a fucking clue on what I have inside there?" he yelled at me, and I just shook my head, letting the shame and guilt take over and eat me alive.

"My whole fucking like is inside this notebook," he lowered his tone and pointed at the sink.

"I- I am sorry, but it's really not what you think," I tried to explain.

"You know what I think? I think you just made your worst enemy."

"Can you please just let me explain?" I asked him bitterly. He wasn't even willing to hear me out, which angered me.

"I don't need your damn explanation. Get the fuck out of my face," he clenched his fists and kept on burning me with his green eyes.

"Stop swearing like that and let me explain!"

"Don't tell me what to do," his tone was threatening by that point.

"You know what? I don't care. Goodbye, Noah."

I wasn't going to stay there so he could use me as a punching bag.

Did I feel bad for him after his reaction?

Absolutely not.

Did I want to choke Viv to death for offering that stupid prank?

Definitely yes.

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Jacob couldn't manage to sleep that night, and neither did I.

The fact that he slept next to me, taking more than half of the bed to himself, made it hard to fall asleep.

And the fact that Noah's real notebook is inside his bag, and he could see it until tomorrow morning(and maybe apologize for the things he said), made it impossible to fall asleep.

I covered Jacob with the warm blankets and walked to the kitchen to grab some water. The temperature at our house was cold, and so I was freezing when I reached the small kitchen.

I realized that I made a huge mistake when my father entered the kitchen and faced me.

"Where is Ava?"

"My mom is at work," I told him calmly.

"It's late, she should be home by now," he shouldn't notice things like that when he is drunk!

I didn't respond. I wish I knew where she was, but when it came to my mother, the amount of knowledge I had was the same as his.

"Where is she Skylar?" he demanded to know, using the same dangerous tone as Noah used on me earlier that day.

"She is at work. She works until late because we need the money!" I lied to him, hoping it would make him feel bad about our situation.

It worked. I think.

He left the kitchen before I could tell him how much I hate his behavior towards us and his stupid drinking problems.

Why is he asking about her now?

Does he feel what I am feeling? Does he know that she is hiding something big?

Maybe he is not as blind as I think he is.

And that thought scares me to death.

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Moving around and hitting (hard) people with balls is not my favorite thing in the world.

Unfortunately, P.E classes on Fridays are all about moving around and hitting people.

For two hours straight.

"Girls, the period is over. Many of you need to be more active after school hours. Try some running once you get home," our teacher offered the class before the bell.

Ha, like I am ever going to do it in my free time.

And the bell rang- time to change.

I walked to the changing rooms while Viv joined me. Meaning to ignore her, she laughed loudly beside me, making many other girls stare.

"The prank was terrible, Viv. I felt like the evilest person living on this planet." I covered my face with both of my hands, wanting to disappear.

"You are exaggerating, Sky. I am sure he is over it by now."

I wasn't so sure.

And when I opened my locker, I promised myself to trust my intuition more often.

I laid my clothes inside my locker in front of me, making sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing.

My clothes had random big holes all over them.

I couldn't believe my eyes. How am I going to pay for new clothes now?

Taking my teacher's advice, I ran to the boy's changing rooms. With each step towards him, my anger rose to unexpected levels. I was never a person who gets mad easily, but I think Noah made it his goal for the year to change that fact.

I was ready to jump on him and beat him up to tiny pieces when I saw him, smoking a cigarette in the empty changing rooms.

Who even does that?

"What did you do Noah?" I interrupted his me-time, sending him a death glare. Maybe that would do the job.

"Are you really fucking asking me that?" he snapped, giving me a similar death glare.

"It is my stuff, you have no right to touch them, ruin them," tears were threatening to blur my vision, no, I will not cry in front of him. I will find a way to get the money I desperately need.

"You fucked with my notebook, I messed with your clothes. We are even now." He didn't even deny his actions, which made me even more frustrated with him.

"No, we are not even now! You can't compare my clothes to a freaking notebook!"

"I just did," he smiled simply and brought the cigarette up to his mouth.

"You- I- I just hate you!" I snapped at him, hating how mad I was because of him.

"I don't give a flying fuck," he sounded like he would rather do anything else than to talk to me.

"Stop swearing like that and put the freaking cigarette down when I talk to you."

"I don't fucking want to," he blew the smoke on my face.

I cuffed loudly, shocked by his behavior. He was acting like a four-year-old.

"Your real notebook is inside your bag! God, you are making me so mad!"

"What do you mean?" his eyes narrowed at me in confusion.

"I never touched your notebook, Noah. I wouldn't do that to you or anyone," I told him softly, hoping it would finally calm him down. It felt like he was carrying this huge weight on his shoulders ever since yesterday. 

Don't ask me why I cared about the freaking weight on his shoulders when the anger could almost blind me. 

But the explanation was finally out there, causing the air to feel tenser.

Noah opened his bag gently, staring at its content with a defeated look.

The next thing I know, he is walking outside of the changing rooms, feeling too ashamed to look my way.

Did I expect him to apologize?

No.

I was starting to get to know him, and so I lowered my expectations every time he was around. 

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