After the conversation I had with David yesterday, he seemed to be the only thing on my mind. Did he know?

Did he really know? I wanted him to know. But, would it make anything easier?

(7th of November, 2011, Monday)

I groaned out loud at the sound of my alarm. I haven't been to school in so long it was crazy to think that I could catch up on so much in such a short period of time. My dad was right to be concerned.

Instead of idling around in bed for the next hour reasoning about how tired I was, I sucked it up and pulled off the covers. Shivers running down my body as my bare legs were exhibited to the cold, winter air.

I quickly ran into the bathroom and peeled off my pajamas. I didn't usually take a shower in the morning, but the night before, but I was too tired having to stay up last night and clean up after everyone left.

Closing my eyes, I savored the smoothness of the hot water running from the shower head onto my skin, relaxing my muscles. I was in hopes that my thoughts about David would wash away with it, but they did not. It stressed me out. What was he on about yesterday? It felt, at that moment, that we were so focused on hurting each other like it was some sort of competition.

I let the water pour over my face as I closed my eyes, continuing to enjoy the warm sprays of aqua that made me feel refreshed on levels I couldn't bother explaining.

Maybe I could stay in here a little longer? It's okay if I got to class late, at least I'll make it to school.

"Alaska!" I heard a loud vociferation from downstairs. My father.

Ugh of course. Just at the thought of skipping class or school. It's like the man can read my mind or something.

"I'm up. Be down there soon." I hollered back after I turned the tap. I wrapped a towel securely around my chest and taking a smaller one from the shelf, I wrapped it around my head. In the process of which I was sending up a prayer to a God, I didn't believe in, for the fact that I was eternally grateful that my hair was naturally straight which meant I had no need to spend hours working on it or trying to make it look somewhat decent.

Skipping the part where I usually blow dry my hair, I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of black ripped jeans and a white long sleeved shirt with a turtle neck.

I later put on my black leather boots, but then took them off because of the heel and replaced them with a pair of black converse.

"Alaska, darling!" I heard my dad yelp again.

"I know, I know. I'm almost done. I'll be down there soon."

I let out a loud sigh and quickly ran the towel through my hair a couple of times before pulling it into a loose top bun.

I quickly made it down the stairs holding onto the railing with my left hand and onto my black Jansport school bag with the other.

"See? I'm ready and I'm fine." I alleged as soon as I saw my dad and Anastasia in the kitchen. "Morning, Anastasia.

"Good Morning, Alaska." She shot me one of her signature grins and went back to helping my father with his coffee. Her small hand striking my father's away.

"You know, I can do this myself." I heard him tell her. There was a certain spark in his eyes when he looked at her and it made me happy that there was at least something during the day that he looked forward to.

"I know." She laughed, hitting his arm playfully. I smiled at the image in front of me. He was happy for a change. There was definitely something going on there.

The only thing I could think about as I started my car and drove to school, was David. David everything. His emerald green eyes that looked blue sometimes, staring back at me with anger. Was he going to act like that today too? Was this the way he was going to be around me now? Did Wendy tell him? Of course she did, why else would he treat me with complete disregard and so much fury. I couldn't think of any other reason why he would be this mad at me.

Turning the music down, I parked my car into the spot I finally found after circling the lot about four times. Let's just say, coming late to school wasn't the best decision I've ever made. I made a mental note of either leaving the house earlier and showering the night before or making it after first period to avoid all the traffic. However, based on all the promises that I made to my father I'm going to have to do the former.

I was brain dumping, jabbering. My brain was a mess. I was so ranting to myself right now. I wanted to recollect about anything but David, but that was the only thing on my mind. I wanted to focus on any small little detail that could distract me from the thought of him.

I quickly pulled the strap of my Jansport on one of my shoulders and made my way through the entrance that was swarmed by the student body. Everyone was staring. They were staring at me. Watching every single move I made. There were a couple of things that bothered me at that particular moment and one of them was me caring about the fact that I was getting all of this attention and I knew why I was getting it. They knew. They couldn't have possibly not known, or even if they did not know, they were merely staring at me because I haven't been in school for weeks now. That was good enough to keep them curious.

"I heard she got pregnant by some biker dude and had a miscarriage or even worse, she was embarassed about it and got rid of the baby."

"I think she went to rehab, I mean look at her."

No longer was Alaska Brown venerated. I wasn't supposed to care. I was supposed to disregard them, or stare them down. I was supposed to raise my brow that was once perfectly plucked and now untouched for weeks and scare them with my predatory gaze. I was supposed to be me. Give them something to watch.

But I couldn't. At this moment, I felt like I needed someone by my side, walking next to me, distracting me from all the attention and judgmental looks that were thrown at me.

As if my prayers were heard and answered, a mop of dirty blonde hair appeared in front of my vision. Phil in all his glory with his signature white shirt and blue jeans, grinning at me like a darn idiot.

"Hello, beautiful. Welcome back." he said, pulling me in for a quick hug that I was too stunned for to return. I scoffed at his comment. Beautiful was definitely not the way I looked today. My cheeks heating up at the random gesture, I made sure I graced him with a small smile in return which I'm sure did not look as genuine as I intended for it to be. I don't think he noticed though, and if he did, he didn't say a word about it.

"Are you excited?" he ruffled my hair. "Because I am. I miss annoying you during class and I cannot believe I have denied you the simple pleasure of my existence these past couple of weeks." There was a tug at the top of my hair when he pulled his hand away from my head, the watch he was wearing tangled in my hair bun making him stumble a little closer. Placing my hand atop his, we stood awkwardly in the middle of the hallway with his chest too close to my face, his cologne englufing my senses and my breathing rapidly increasing. I tried to help him get the strand of my hair out of his watch but failed miserably. Seriously, who wore a watch these days anyway? We all look at our phones to check the time.

"I got this." he whispered, his breath fanning my face. I tried to avoid eye contact with him. His hands gently worked on my hair and I stood there waiting for what seemed like forever. "You're making me really nervous." I spat out. Oh god, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "So, I'm just going to stare at your shoulders that seem to be very broad right now." I was ranting. Fudge. His chest vibrated as he let out a low chuckle.

"There you go." he smiled his perfect smile. He didn't move and neither did I. I have no idea what kept my feet firmly planted on that particular spot. I wanted to step away, I really did, but I couldn't do it. This was... tempting.

He smelled nice.

Phil laughed and then he spoke again, ever so casually. Like the moment we just exchange was in my head and never actually happened. "I smell nice?"

What?

No.

God no.

"Umm... what?" my stupor. I was in a freaking stupor. Stupid slow brain.

"You said I smelled nice." His face was ground up as if he was holding in a laugh that couldn't wait to just burst out of his lungs, out of his beautifully sculpted body.

Letting out an awkward chuckle, I tucked the strand that was pulled out of my hair back into the bun. "No, I didn't. You heard it all wrong." I wanted the ground to swallow me whole at this point. I've never been this embarrassed, what the hell was wrong with me?

"You're wearing white today," he observed, taking a step away from me and turning to face the hallway that leads to our classes. He was waiting for me to join him on this probably very eventful journey to the first period which we had together. We had most of the classes together.

"Yeah?" I raised my brow at him, that was not filled in. All bare and makeup free. My face felt unusual, light.

"It's just that you always wear black." he remarked, looking at me intently as if this, as if I were a puzzle he was currently trying to solve.

"Oh. Laundry day. You know the jazz." I waved my hand around and shrugged a shoulder. Not sure why I was even lying about this. It was just a shirt. The fact that he noticed, flattered me.

"I like the white in you."

And for the hundredth time today, I blushed. I placed my cool hands on my rather heated cheeks to reduce the redness.

"You seem to like the white on everyone," I mentioned. If the fact that he always wore white didn't suggest that, I don't know what did.

"You're cute when you're blushing." A smirk drew itself on his face. His lip tightening to the side, making him seem a lot more... appealing.

"Okay, no. You cannot call me cute." I pointed a finger at him, my eyes narrowing at him. I noticed the chipped red nail paint on my forefinger and frowned. When did I stop being a perfectionist? Nothing on me or about me right now even indicated that I at least tried to look human.

"Cute."

"Nevermind."

"Oh come on now, Alaska. Don't be mad."

I glared at him before I walked into our first class, choosing a seat right in the middle.

This was going to be a very, very long day.

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ah, guys i finally updated! im so so sorry for making you'll wait for so long, but guess what? from now on im going to be updating every tuesday so yaaay. also, if you liked this chapter do click that white little star and make it orange, vote, vote, vote! thank you so much for all of your support and if you have any feedback or any sort of reaction then please do comment down below! i love reading all of your comments and i definitely reply to them.

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