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Grays.

This is how I would describe the next two weeks of my life.

Punished, I only leave the house to go to school and must return as soon as the dismissal bell rings.

Even though I assured Mom that Ares was out of my life, she still grounded me. I am obediently serving my sentence because my mother is right. I didn't do things the right way. If Ares was my official boyfriend, I would have a way to defend myself and she would understand. But I can't expect her to understand that I agree to be a boy's one-night stand and gave him my virginity without receiving anything in return, just hot and cold attitudes and hurtful words.

Yes, the last time I saw him, he was nice, but he couldn't even tell me that he liked me. I do not expect him to tell me that he loves me, I just need to hear from his lips words that verify that he does feel something for me, and it's not just sexual attraction.

I haven't heard from Ares in these two weeks, and I haven't even leaned out the window to try to see him. What for? What would I gain from that? Torture myself? No thanks, I've had enough.

A part of me feels that the conversation with my mom gave me back the strength and beliefs that I used to have. Everything I put aside for Ares or well, not for him, he didn't force me, I decided to do it.

The saddest thing about this situation?

Yoshi.

Surprisingly, it's not my mom's slap that makes my heart wrinkle. It's Yoshi.

I feel betrayed on so many levels. Yoshi told my mom everything, and it hurts a lot. He has been my best friend since we were little, he has always been there and that he has betrayed me in that way leaves me with a heart wound. I don't know if he did it with the mentality that it was the best for me or just out of jealousy, he is wrong either way.

You tell things to your best friend person because you trust him. I trusted him and he took that trust and destroyed it so easily.

Dani was furious when I told her what Yoshi had done, she threatened to hit him and other violent things too graphic to describe now. I had to calm her down and make her promise me that she wouldn't do anything to him.

I don't want any more drama or more problems. I just want time to continue to pass, for my wounds to start to heal and for these feelings to disappear.

Yes, I want a miracle.

Anyone would think that Yoshi would look for me to beg and ask for my forgiveness, but he hasn't done it, he just avoids me and lowers his head every time I meet him in the hallway at school. I've wanted to confront him, yell at him, slap him, see what he has to say about it, what is his excuse, I just don't have the energy or courage to do it.

Apollo and I have become a little closer, although every time I hang out with him, I can't help but remember his brother. But I just hold on because he is not to blame for what happened between Ares and me.

I let out a long sigh, it's already Saturday and I'm cleaning the house. I feel like a zombie, moving automatically. I can tell I'm a little depressed. I don't know if it's the situation with my mom, with Ares or with Yoshi... maybe it's a combination of the three.

Rocky is sitting with his jaw resting on his front paws, looking at me like he knows that I'm not feeling well. My dog ​​and I have a connection beyond words. I kneel in front of him and rub his head.

He licks my fingers, "You and me against the world, Rocky."

Mama peeks in the door of my room, she's wearing her nurse's uniform, "I'm leaving, it's my night shift today."

"Okay."

"You know, don't go out and no visits unless it's Dani."

"Yes, ma'am."

Her harsh expression softened, "Joshua will come by to see that you're okay later."

That snapped me out of my sleepy state, "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I trusted him, and he only wants the best for you like I do."

"I don't need a guard dog. I told you I won't go out and I won't."

"Am I supposed to trust you? After everything you've done?"

"Mom, I didn't commit a crime, I just—"

"Silence, I'm late. Be good."

A forced smile forms on my lips as I clench my fists at my sides. I can't believe that this is happening. The relationship with my mother has been fractured and all because of Yoshi.

Who did he think he was to tell my mother about my secrets like that?

Night falls, enveloping my room in darkness, I don't even want to move to turn on the lights.

I'm not surprised to hear the house bell. I know Yoshi has to come check that I am behaving like a good girl. I can't believe my mother assigned me some kind of babysitter.

I look through peephole in the door and I confirm that it is my former best friend, waiting impatiently. He is wearing his favorite sweater and a beanie. His glasses look slightly foggy... it must be a little cold outside. Autumn has already descended on us, leaving the hot summer behind. I think about not opening the door, but I don't want him to go gossiping to my mother.

"I know you're there, Rachel."

Reluctantly, I open the door and turn my back to head for the stairs. I hear the door close behind me.

"Rachel, wait." I ignore him and keep walking, I climb the first step and he takes my arm, turning me towards him, "Wait!"

I slap his hand, forcing him to let go of me, "Don't touch me!"

He raises his hands, "Okay, just listen to me, give me a few minutes."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"It's a lifetime of friendship, I deserve a few minutes" I gave him a cold look, "give me 5 minutes and then I'll leave you alone."

I cross my arms over my chest, "Speak up."

"I had to, Rachel. You're blind with that guy. Do you have any idea how much it hurt to see how he used you over and over again and that you let him do it? I grew up with you, it hurt me" he touches his chest, "Regardless of how I feel about you, you are my best friend, I want the best for you."

"And telling my mom was the solution? Are you fucking with me?"

"Unfortunately, it was, if I had talked to you, you wouldn't have listened, Rachel."

"Of course, I would have."

"Be honest, Rachel. You wouldn't have, you'd have thought it was jealousy and you'd have ignored me because you're so fucking love-blinded that you can't see past your nose."

I look at the clock in the living room, "You have two minutes left."

He sighs in frustration, "Do you remember what you told me last Christmas? When you scolded me and told me it was time to forgive my father?"

I twist my lips because if I didn't know what he was talking about, "No, I don't remember."

He gives me a sad smile, "I was furious with you, I yelled at you: How can you take his side, what kind of friend are you and you told me A true friend is the one who tells you the truth to your face even when it burns and hurts. "

I don't like him throwing my words in my face, "That was different. I talked to you, I didn't go telling your father."

"Yes, you talked to me and I listened to you. You wouldn't have listened to me, Rachel. I know it, and you know it too."

There is a moment of silence.

"Your time is over."

I tell him and turn my back on him, I hear him mutter defeated, "Rochi..."

"My name is Rachel," my voice comes out colder than I expected, "Thank you for explaining, regardless of your reasons, you destroyed a lifetime of trust in just a few moments, and I don't know if it's something that can be recovered. Good night, Joshua."

And there I left him, at the bottom of the stairs, like a gentleman waiting for his lady to descend those steps. With the exception that he had taken it upon himself to destroy all possibility with said lady.

When I got to my room I hear him come out and close the door. I let out a big sigh and walked over to my window.

The window that started it all.

"Are you using my Wi-Fi?"

"Yes."

"Without my permission?"

"Yes."

Asshole.

A sad smile floods my lips. I sit in front of my computer and the memory of Ares kneeling in front of me, fixing the Reuter comes to mind. I glance at the window and can almost see him jumping inside. I shake my head.

What's happening to me? Stop seeing him everywhere, it isn't healthy.

With nothing to do, I get on Facebook. Well, not on my personal Facebook but on a fake one that I made to check on Ares' page before. In my defense, I haven't used it forever, since I have Ares blocked from my personal Facebook, I have to use the fake one to check just for a second.

It won't hurt to browse his Facebook, will it?

His profile has no new posts, only photos where other people tag him.

The most recent is from Sammy, as is to be expected. In her photo, they are at the movies, she's laughing with a mouth full of popcorn and he's next to her with popcorn in his raised hand as if he was feeding it to her. In the post she wrote: "Movies with this crazy boy who brightens my days."

Ouch.

My heart falls a little, I keep going down and I only see posts from people tagging him with photos from the soccer game two weeks ago and congratulating him, telling him how great he is.

I roll my eyes, keep feeding his ego. As if he wasn't already arrogant.

Taking one last look at the picture of her with Sammy, because I'm obviously a masochist. I close Facebook and go to sleep. I don't want to think anymore.

*

The ringing of my cell phone wakes up, I half open one eye and my pupils tremble trying to open. It's still a little dark, what time is it? The phone keeps ringing and I stretch my hand across my nightstand, knocking everything down in the process.

I answer without even looking at the screen, "Hello?"

"Good morning," my mother's voice answered, "Get up."

"Mom, it's Sunday. Now I don't have the right to sleep either?"

"Joshua will bring you breakfast, I don't get off my shift until the afternoon."

"He already checked on me last night! Is it really necessary to wake me up-" and then I understood, "You just want to make sure that no one has come to spend the night, that's why you send him so early."

"Just open the door for him, bye."

Not even five minutes have passed when the doorbell rings. What an obedient guard dog!

I finish brushing my teeth and start down the stairs.

The doorbell rings again, growling, she yelled, "I'm coming!"

Have I already mentioned that waking up early is not my thing?

And I really don't have the energy to deal with Yoshi right now.

The doorbell rings again and I rush to open the door.

I stop breathing.

What strikes me first is the autumn cold and then the person in front of me, he is the last person I expected to see at the door.

Ares Hidalgo.

My heart leaps and starts pounding like crazy. Ares is standing in front of me, looking like he hadn't slept a second the night before. His hair is messy, there are big dark circles under his pretty eyes. He is wearing a white shirt, which looks wrinkled, and the first buttons are loose. One of his hands is in his pants pocket and in the other holds an almost empty bottle of tequila.

He's drunk?

A goofy smile forms on his lips, "Hello, witch."

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