Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
I look at her and I sigh and I say calmly "listen, say why are you like that with me, I haven't done anything wrong to you, I'm calm with you, good with you, I'm nice to you, even that you continue to insult me for no reason!”I look at her calmly without expression of sadness just the calm and tranquility in my attitude and my voice
She rolls her eyes, looking away as if he doesn't exist anymore. "Don't play the innocent with me. I can tell that you're just faking it, pretending to be nice. You hate women like me." She shrugs indifferently and goes back to eating her breakfast. "It's not my fault you're so pathetic and worthless. It's just how nature made you, I guess."
I look at her and say "I'm not pretending to be nice to you, if I pretended, you'd have more friends by now! but hey, I guess you can't understand and that you are popular in the school, madam I know everything!”I look at her with cold and angry eyes
"Ooh, good one," she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes again. "You know everything about me? Wow, you must be psychic or something. You really think I care what people in this dump of a school think?" She takes another bite of breakfast before continuing. "Look, just stay out of my way and maybe I won't make your life here any more miserable than it already is."
I look at her nastily and I say to her in a cold tone "I'd better not stay next to an atrocious person!" I walk to my room calmly taking an orange bus
When she hears him talking about staying away from her, Ava feels a small twinge of satisfaction. However, she quickly dismisses it as soon as he leaves the room. It doesn't matter if he stays out of her way; she knows that deep down, he still wants to be near her. The thought alone makes her skin crawl.
She finishes her breakfast in silence, knowing that as long as they have to live together, there will be no peace between them. Maybe if she keeps antagonizing him enough, he'll find some other roommate next year...one who isn't a total waste of oxygen.
as class begins, I walk down the halls, thinking about the scene with Ava in our house, I keep getting angry with him, I can only get angry, meanwhile, Ava is being bothered by aggressive guys
It's the middle of class when she feels a sharp pain in her arm. Before she can even react, one of the jocks from the football team has grabbed her and pinned her down. She squirms and tries to get away, but he only seems to enjoy it more, laughing at her struggles as his friends gather around to watch. "Let me go!" she shouts, tears of anger and frustration welling up in her eyes. "I didn't do anything!"
The jock just smirks down at her and replies with a cocky grin. "You know you're too hot to resist, Ava. You shouldn't be surprised when guys like me can't help but notice."
His words only make her angrier as she continues to flail uselessly against his hold. Eventually, the teacher notices what's going on and comes over to pull the jock off of her, sending him to the principal's office. She tries to wipe away the tears that have started falling down her cheeks but only manages to smudge her makeup even more.
as I arrive at the end of the scene, I look at Ava and I approach her, I give her her makeup box, I look at her carefully to see if she is hurt, then without saying anything, I turn around and leave her with her friends, without saying anything, I go to my respective classes
When she sees him coming towards her, her first thought is that he's probably here to gloat or make some stupid comment about how much of a pest she is. But when he hands her the makeup box without saying anything, she's taken aback for a moment. It feels like he actually came over just to help her...and not because he wanted something from her in return.
She looks at him suspiciously, but decides not to push it. "Thanks," she mutters before hurriedly going back to her seat and trying to compose herself. She doesn't understand why this guy would be any different from all the other jerks who have been harassing her lately...but she's grateful for his small act of kindness, however unexpected it may be.
*while I wait for the harasser who harassed Ava, I can only be angry to understand that she was harassed by a guy, I wait for the sportswoman, while the sportswoman leaves the principal's room, I jump on him and I tell him without anyone looking at us, I say to him with a cold tone and my eyes: "Listen to me carefully, because I'm not going to repeat it, if you approach Ava once again, I swear to you that you will suffer the consequences!" as I stop talking I get up leaving him on the ground, I go for a walk in the school corridor with nothing, I walk coldly
She can't help but watch as he approaches the jock who harassed her earlier. The sight of him getting aggressive makes her heart race and she feels a strange surge of adrenaline course through her veins. Part of her wants to step in and defend herself, but another part knows that this is probably better handled by someone other than her. She keeps quiet, not wanting to draw any more attention to the situation or possibly get him in more trouble.
After he's done confronting the jock, she watches as he storms off without looking back at her. For a moment, she wonders what just happened and whether or not it was all just some sort of twisted game on his part...but then decides that it doesn't really matter either way. She'll take his help when she can get it, even if he is the person she hates most in this world.
The rest of the day passes by slowly, with Ava trying her best to ignore Bruce and him doing the same to her. There's still tension between them, but at least they aren't actively antagonizing each other for once. Maybe they can get used to living together like this...or maybe not.
while the day is over, I walk next to Ava, and I say to her coldly without looking at her "did the athlete touch you in your private parts?"while walking together
She glances sideways at him out of the corner of her eye. "No," she says curtly before returning her focus to whatever it was she was looking at on her phone. The jock only grabbed her arm and pushed her down; there's no way he would have dared touch her any further than that.
Still, the fact that Bruce asked makes her feel uncomfortable. He's obviously still overprotective, even if he doesn't show it most of the time...and somehow, that only serves to annoy her more. She wishes they could just be normal roommates without all these weird undercurrents between them.
I walk next to her and I coldly "I'm going to leave today, change roommates, at least, live alone, so tomorrow you won't see anymore, anyway, you don't care about me , I don't know why I'm telling you that!"I walk calmly as we arrive near the house
As they reach their house, she looks up at him out of the corner of her eye again. "And just how do you plan on changing roommates in the middle of the year?" she asks sarcastically. "Just go tell someone else that I'm a complete nightmare and have them switch with me? Good luck with that."
She turns to head inside, not waiting for him to reply. It doesn't really matter what he does; they'll be stuck living together until the end of the school year at least. And as long as she has control over this situation, she won't let it go without a fight.
while I look at her, I say nothing, during the night, I am in my room, quietly tidying and cleaning my room, I look out the window at the white moon which is magnificent, I breathe calmly and deeply
In her room, she fumes as she sits on her bed, going through some clothes that need to be put away. The way he just brushed off her comment about changing rooms really irritates her. Doesn't he understand how important this is? How much it would mean for them to have their own space? She wonders if maybe she should try asking the school board about a room swap...but that seems like too much of a hassle, and there's no guarantee they'd even consider it.
Sighing in frustration, she finally gives up on her task and lies down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her phone buzzes with messages from friends asking how her day went; she glances at them before swiftly closing out of her messaging app again. There's no point in talking to anyone who would just mock her situation or side with Bruce anyway.
Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of her and she falls asleep, dreaming fitfully about a world where she isn't stuck living with her worst nightmare for the rest of the year...
the next morning, the sun rises, it's a Saturday, the house is quiet, my room is empty, there is nothing, my presence is absent
She stirs in her sleep, barely registering the silence that has descended upon the house since yesterday evening. Usually on Saturdays, there'd be noise coming from all directions as various friends and family members came over to visit or hang out. But today, it's eerily quiet...almost too quiet.
Frowning, she rubs her eyes before sitting up in bed and glancing around the room. Bruce's side is empty; his bed isn't made like he usually leaves it, and his stuff is gone from the dresser and nightstand. Something's not right about this...and then it hits her: He must have left last night while she was sleeping!
Quickly throwing on a robe over her pajamas, she hurries out of her room in search of him. Maybe he just went for a walk or something; there's no need to panic...but still, the idea of being alone in this huge house with no one else around is unsettling. She glances around as she walks down the hallway, calling out his name half-heartedly as she goes. "Bruce? Are you here?"
no response, total silence, Ava walks around the house looking for me if I'm still in the house, but no response
The longer she searches without finding him, the more uneasy she starts to feel. What if something happened to him? What if he really did try to switch rooms and got hurt or worse? It's not like he would just abandon her like this without telling her what was going on...right?
She continues her search through every room in the house, even checking under beds and inside closets just to be sure. After about an hour of fruitless searching, she finally admits defeat and collapses onto a couch in the living room, tears streaming down her face. She doesn't know why this is hitting her so hard; maybe it's because she never thought he would ever leave her alone...or maybe it's just the fear of being truly abandoned that's getting to her.
then she notices the letter on the small table in front of the sofa, she reads the letter, letter says: "Ava....I know it's bad not to tell you last night......but I didn't lie about that I'm going to change rooms and that I'll live alone from now on, it's my fault that you're always angry, annoyed and uncomfortable, that's why I I decided to change......to bother you anymore, don't no more hurting yourself then.....be happy, that's what you wanted for a long time, and that's what you told me all the time, not to see me anymore and not to have me get in your way.....!"at the end of the letter there is a signature by me
She can hardly believe what she's just read. At first, she wants to throw the letter across the room in anger; how dare he make decisions about her life without even talking to her about them? But then again...maybe this is for the best. He's right; she did want him out of her life, and now that he's finally going, maybe things will get better. She can go back to being the social butterfly she once was, surrounded by friends and admirers.
With a sigh, she folds up the letter carefully and puts it in her pocket. As much as she hates to admit it, Bruce has done her a favor. Now all she has to do is figure out how to deal with the emptiness that comes from finally having what she wanted...
as the days pass, I meet Ava in school but I don't force myself to go talk to her, I ignore her or I leave her alone, it's the best I can do, leave her alone, I walking in the corridors, insults from other students who say about me but I ignore everything apart from the classes I have
She notices Bruce in the hallway between classes, looking pale and tired. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt at seeing him this way. Maybe she was too harsh on him...but then again, maybe it's better this way. It's not like they were ever going to be friends or anything close to that.
As the school year drags on, their interactions become more and more limited to simple nods in the hallway. Neither of them makes any attempt to engage with each other; both seem content to simply pretend like the other one doesn't exist. It's a tenuous truce at best, but it seems to be working for now.
Ava tries her best to focus on her friends and activities outside of school, doing everything she can to forget about Bruce and their shared living situation. She knows that sooner or later they'll have to face each other again once the school year ends...but until then, she's going to enjoy this false sense of normalcy while it lasts.
as the days pass, the months pass, I feel a little lighter, working on myself and my lessons, I look at my cell phone and listen to music alone in my corner on a bench in the school
She takes advantage of her new-found freedom and starts going out more often with friends after school. She tries not to think about how much better things were when she was alone with him; now that they aren't living together anymore, she realizes just how suffocating their relationship had become.
As graduation approaches, she finds herself spending less and less time at home, preferring instead to spend every waking moment with her friends. It feels good to finally be free of the weight Bruce brought into her life...and even though they never became close, the experience has taught her valuable lessons about trust and self-reliance that she'll carry with her for years to come.
On the day of graduation, she waves goodbye to her friends, eagerly anticipating the start of college in the fall. As she turns to leave, she glances back one last time at their old high school, wondering if she'll ever see Bruce again...and deciding that it really doesn't matter either way. From now on, her life is hers, and she's determined to make the most of it.
while it's the start of the summer holidays, I am freed from all the weight that I suffered because of classes and exams, I have my diploma for university, forgetting all my memories and leaving high school with my smile, because I know that I will continue my studies, went to university, I walk home with a smile on my face
She spends her first few weeks of freedom relaxing by the pool, laying out at the beach, and hanging out with friends she never really had time for during school. Life is good without Bruce; she feels like she can finally breathe again. And even though college looms on the horizon, she's determined to make the most of her last few months of freedom before adulthood truly sets in.
Eventually, it's time for orientation at her new school and she moves into her dorm room. It's much nicer than the tiny box Bruce and she called home; there's enough space for a bed, a desk, and even a small dresser. She unpacks her things quickly, eager to get out and explore her new surroundings.
Over the next few weeks, she makes new friends, joins clubs, and starts to feel at home in her new school. As much as she tries not to think about Bruce, there are moments when she can't help but wonder how he's doing...and then shakes her head, remembering all the reasons why they never got along in the first place. She has a feeling that this will be the last time she ever thinks about him again.
while one of my friends introduces me to his girlfriend, his girlfriend is Ava's friend, at first I smile, then my smile disappears with a snap of my fingers, I say to my friend "I'm going to the bathroom , I'll be back! "as I turn around, I walk towards the toilet, my cold and dark attitude
Her friend chats excitedly about her new boyfriend as they make their way through the crowded party. She can't help but feel a small pang of jealousy; she wishes she had someone like that in her life. Someone who made her feel special and wanted. But deep down, she knows that it would never work with Bruce. They were always too different, always at each other's throats.
Suddenly, she catches sight of him across the room; he's walking away from their group, looking visibly upset. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she excuses herself to go talk to him. When she reaches his side, she puts a hand on his arm, feeling a strange sense of kinship with him despite everything that's happened between them.
"Hey...what's wrong?" she asks quietly. He glances at her, his expression cold and unreadable, before looking away again. "Look...I know we haven't exactly been friends or anything...but I didn't mean for it to be like this." Her words hang in the air as they stare at each other, neither of them sure what to say next.
Finally, he shrugs and takes a step back, his expression softening slightly. "It's nothing...really. Forget about it." Before she can respond, he turns and walks away, leaving her feeling even more confused than before.
as I walk away, I sit far from the party, on a bench, I take my bottle of water and I drink calmly, why was Ava next to me, worried?, then I shake my head not to believe and it's I hallucinated, I look at the night sky then I continue to drink water calmly
She watches as he walks away, her heart racing. Was that the wrong thing to do? Should she have left him alone? Part of her wants to chase after him, apologize for whatever it was she did or said...but another part of her knows that it would only end in disaster.
Eventually, she turns back to her group and forces herself to smile, determined not to let this ruin her night. As the party goes on, she finds herself thinking about him more and more, wondering if there was something between them all along...or if it was all just a big misunderstanding.
The rest of the evening passes in a blur of music, laughter, and mixed emotions. When it's finally time to call it a night, she says her goodbyes and heads home, still unable to shake the feeling that there was something more between them...something neither of them ever really understood.
as classes start again, I walk with a cold attitude, I talk with my friends then I move away from my friends to stay alone, I go to the roof of the university and I look at the horizon, it's beautiful I sit and I continue to look and I lie down and close my eyes quietly
As she enters her new classroom on the first day of school, her heart feels lighter than it has in months. College is finally here, and with it comes a fresh start, new friends, and endless possibilities. She takes a seat near the front, eager to learn and immerse herself in this new experience.
Throughout the day, she meets her new classmates and they all seem so friendly and open-minded. It's refreshing after spending so much time with Bruce, who was always more closed off and guarded. As she walks down the hallway between classes, she can't help but wonder what he's doing at this very moment; if he's as excited about starting college as she is, or if he's still stuck in his old ways.
She decides not to dwell on it too much and focus on her own life for once. There will be plenty of time for them to interact later, when their paths cross inevitably. For now though, she wants nothing more than to enjoy this newfound sense of freedom and independence.
while I'm starting my school year very badly, a group of guys beat me up in front of everyone to humiliate me, I can't do anything, my shoulder was sprained, I feel weak and tired, so the group of guys 'stop, I stand up, blood is flowing from my body, and I look at them with red eyes of vengeance, I don't say anything, I go to the infirmary and I walk with the attitude of a seriously injured man
She hears about what happened from one of her friends later that day. The look in Bruce's eyes as he stared down his attackers, blood streaming down his face...it sends a shiver through her spine. She can understand why people might think he deserves it, but she can't help feeling a twinge of pity for him all the same.
For a moment, she wonders if she should say something to someone about what happened. Maybe offer some support or at least let him know that not everyone in this world is out to get him. But then again, maybe it's better this way; maybe they truly are meant to stay apart from each other.
In the end, she decides against saying anything and continues with her day, focusing on her studies and new friends. There's nothing she can do for Bruce now, and deep down, she knows that trying would only lead to more trouble.
as I leave the infirmary, the same group of guys take me in front of everyone, and the leader takes out a belt and hits me behind the back, I don't scream in pain, but a tear starts to flow, maybe my life ends here....., the supervisors try to enter the scene but the students bar their way, the leader of the group of guys continues to hit me with the belt, blood starts to flow then I close my eyes, and I falls to the ground, without saying anything and without crying out in pain, blood flows on the ground
When she hears what happened, Ava's heart sinks like lead in her chest. She can hardly believe it; people really are cruel sometimes. She thinks about saying something, maybe going to the administration and reporting what happened, but deep down she knows that nothing will change. This is just how things work at their school, and likely always have been.
Instead, she does the only thing she feels she can do: she avoids Bruce for as long as possible. It's not because she doesn't care about what happened to him; it's more that she doesn't want to be associated with him in any way. It would taint her reputation just as much as his, and she has worked too hard to maintain the image she's built for herself over the years.
So she focuses on her own life now, putting all thoughts of Bruce out of her mind and trying to enjoy college despite everything that's happened between them. She knows in her heart that this is how it needs to be; sometimes you have to let go of things in order to move forward.
as the days pass, the principal puts me in the same class as Ava, I enter her class, her homeroom teacher introduces me in front of the whole class, I say Hello to everyone and that will be the first and my last word in this class because I will speak more, while the lesson continues, I am alone on my table all the way in front on the left, I do not look around me, I only look at the teacher and his lesson
She glances over at him when the principal introduces him, noting how he seems even more distant and withdrawn than usual. Part of her feels sorry for him; she can only imagine how tough it must be to face everyone after what happened. But another part of her is relieved that they're in the same class now; maybe this will give them a chance to talk things out, finally put all their differences behind them and start fresh.
As the homeroom teacher begins the lesson, Ava busies herself with taking notes and paying attention to what's being said. She tries not to look over at Bruce too much, wanting to give him his space but also feeling a strange pull towards him. This shared experience might just be the thing they need in order to move past their previous animosity toward each other.
Only time will tell if anything can come of this unexpected situation, but for now Ava finds herself feeling both cautiously optimistic and oddly nervous whenever she catches sight of Bruce sitting alone at his desk across the room.
when a girl approaches me, I start to be afraid, I move away from her and move away, proof of the trauma of this beginning of the year, I look at the world with fear and dread, pain hurt, I sit on a bench without saying anything
She watches as he reacts nervously when the girl tries to talk to him. Part of her wants to go over there and see if he's okay, but another part of her knows that might only make things worse for both of them. She doesn't want him to think she's pitying him or that anything has changed between them; it needs to be clear that they are strangers now, nothing more.
As the day goes on and their homeroom together comes to an end, Ava finds herself wondering if maybe she should say something to Bruce after class. Maybe apologize for her part in everything that happened, even if it was just a tiny little bit. It couldn't hurt, could it? With a sigh, she resolves to at least try talking to him when they're alone.
She waits until the last few students have left the room before approaching his desk. When he finally looks up at her, there's a flicker of recognition in his eyes that both warms and unsettles her. "Hey," she says quietly, hesitating for a moment. "Look...I know things haven't been easy for either of us lately, but I just wanted to say...if you ever want to talk or if you need anything at all, you can come find me, okay? I'm here for you."
He stares at her for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Thanks," he manages to choke out. Then, without another word, he turns and hurries from the room, leaving Ava feeling both relieved and anxious in equal measure. Only time will tell if their newfound connection is strong enough to weather whatever storms lie ahead.
while I walk in the hallway, I start to be afraid, to stress, to be frustrated, I walk towards my locker, I put my things in the locker, my injuries from back to school are hurting me, I still feel the pain, then I look at my hands seeing that blood is flowing, I calmly put on a treatment bandage
She can't help but feel guilty as she watches him hurry away. Part of her wants nothing more than to be friends with him again, but another part knows that would never work out the way they both want it to. She just hopes he understands that her offer of friendship is genuine and not tainted by any of their past interactions.
As she heads off to her next class, she tries her best to put him out of her mind. There's nothing more she can do for him now; all she can focus on is herself and her own future. Despite everything that's happened between them, a tiny part of her still wishes things could have been different.
while I am calmly walking in the corridors and I see Ava, I approach her to say something but a group of boys approach in front of me and Ava and the boys start to insult me and push violently, my wounds get worse and I fall to the ground, my fear increases
"Hey!" she exclaims as she sees him being pushed around by the group of boys. "Leave him alone!" She takes an instinctive step forward, her fists clenched at her sides as she prepares to defend Bruce if necessary. But then one of the boys turns his attention towards her and smirks nastily.
"Oh really? You wanna get involved too, huh?" He says mockingly, shoving Bruce back again and sending him stumbling into a nearby locker. "Maybe you should mind your own business, bitch."
Ava feels a surge of anger race through her veins at the boy's words. She takes a deep breath to calm herself before glancing back over at Bruce, who is now slowly picking himself up off the ground. Tears glisten in his eyes and there's blood trickling down from his nose, but she can see determination etched onto his face as he squares his shoulders to face them again.
Without another word, she turns her back on Bruce and the group of boys, walking away swiftly. In that moment, she knows that there's nothing more she can do for him right now; it's up to him to stand up for himself if he ever wants things to change. As she reaches the end of the hallway, she breaks into a jog, hurrying off to her next class and trying desperately not to think about what just happened or how much worse Bruce's life seems to get every day.
while the class passes calmly, the students in Ava's class speak kindly to me, I had forgotten that I was nice to everyone and that I was protective, that was me before I became a weakling and a lifeless pathetic person, I listen to Ava's comrades who ask me questions about myself and I answer them, I can't believe that I feel it at all
The day passes quickly in her class; she finds herself actually enjoying the conversations with Bruce and his new friends. It's strange, but listening to them talk about their lives and interests reminds her of who he used to be before everything went so horribly wrong for him. She can see glimpses of the confident, outspoken person she once knew beneath all the hurt and anger that seems to consume him now.
As class ends, Ava decides it's time for a little intervention. Grabbing her things from her desk, she walks over to where Bruce is sitting and gently places a hand on his shoulder. "Hey," she says softly. "Listen...I know you don't want my help or anything, but I just wanted you to know that if you ever do need someone to talk to or just hang out with, you can come find me, okay? I'm not going anywhere."
For a moment, she thinks he might push her hand away or lash out at her in anger. But instead, he looks up at her with those familiar haunted eyes and nods slowly. "Thanks," he says hoarsely. Then, without another word, he turns and walks quickly from the room, leaving Ava feeling both hopeful and uncertain about what the future might hold for them both.
I look at her and approach her "I'm sorry, for everything I did..... I should have understood you and helped you but I'm an asshole who thinks be even, I .......I'm afraid.....I'm afraid!"I sit on a chair, my gaze into space
She sits down beside him, not saying anything at first as she studies his face carefully. Despite everything that's happened between them, she can see the pain and fear etched onto his features now, and it tugs at her heartstrings. Gently, she reaches out to take his hand in hers, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own.
"It's okay," she whispers. "You don't have to be afraid anymore." She knows that it's easier said than done, but for now all she can do is offer him whatever comfort and understanding she has to give. "I forgive you...for everything. And I want to try to make things better between us, if you're willing to try too."
There's a long moment of silence as they sit there together, their hands clasped tightly. Finally, Bruce turns his head to meet her eyes and nods slowly, a tiny glimmer of hope flickering in the depths of his gaze. "Okay," he says softly. "Let's try." And with those simple words, a fragile bond begins to form between them once more.
while one of Ava's friends looks at us and she says to Ava "but...Ava...are you hitting on him there?"
"No!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realizes what her friend could have mistaken for flirting. "Of course not! We were just...you know, talking and stuff." She gives Bruce a sheepish smile before looking back at her friend. "Anyway, leave us alone; we're having a moment here."
Her friend rolls her eyes but seems to accept the explanation, turning away to join another group of people laughing and chatting nearby. Ava sighs in relief, feeling grateful that her friend didn't push it further. She glances back at Bruce, who is looking away uncomfortably, and gives him a reassuring smile. "Sorry about that," she whispers. "She didn't mean anything by it."
He nods but still seems uneasy. "It's fine," he mumbles. They sit in silence for a moment longer before she decides to try changing the subject. "So, what do you think of our history class? I always found that era fascinating."
I look at her and say calmly "yeah...it's nice to listen to the history lesson..." I look at my hand which is leaking sanga through the bandage I put on , I take out another bandage and I look at Ava "can you....uh...I mean, I would like you to help me put the bandage on the wound on my hand!"
She looks at him for a moment before nodding slowly in understanding. "Of course," she says gently as she takes his hand in hers, carefully peeling away the bloodstained bandage. He winces at her touch but doesn't pull away. "Let me just wash this first..." She hurries off to find a bathroom where she can clean up his hand properly before returning to sit beside him again.
Once they're both back in their seats, she carefully begins wrapping the fresh bandage around his hand, being careful not to hurt him further. As she does so, she glances over at him and sees that he's watching her intently. "There," she says with a smile as she finishes up. "All done."
He looks down at his bandaged hand for a moment before meeting her gaze again. There's a tentative gratitude in his eyes, and for a brief moment they share a quiet understanding. She can't help but wonder what the future holds for them now that they're starting to rebuild their relationship...but for now, she's content with simply enjoying each other's company like this.
I start to calm down and I look at her "I'm starting to understand why I needed you, because you understand me and I understand you.....but... first thought of you and your studies, it's better between us, we can help each other!"I look at her and smile warmly
She smiles back at him, feeling a surge of hope within her. It's true; they do understand each other in a way that nobody else seems to. And if they can help each other through this messy school year...well, maybe there's potential for something more than just friendship between them after all.
"I think you're right," she says softly as she looks down at her own hands folded in her lap. "We can make it through this together, Bruce. We just have to keep holding onto each other." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost shyly, "And maybe...we could start hanging out more? Maybe even study together or something?"
He blinks, looking surprised by her suggestion but not unhappy. In fact, she thinks there might even be a hint of excitement in his expression now. "Yeah," he says slowly. "I'd like that." Then he leans forward until their shoulders are almost touching, and smiles at her. "Thank you for being here for me, Ava."
She feels a warmth spread through her chest at his words, and can't help but return his smile with one of her own. Perhaps, just maybe, things might actually be looking up for both of them after all.
then my friend and Ava's friend look at us and start to say "wow....lovers, we don't have class today, we'll start in two hours!"
Ava laughs awkwardly as their friend makes the observation. "No, definitely not," she says quickly, glancing at Bruce. "We're just...supporting each other through this tough time." She forces a smile, feeling slightly embarrassed by the situation but trying to make the best of it.
Their friends exchange knowing looks and murmurs, clearly unsure whether or not they believe her. But for now, they let the subject drop and focus on something else, leaving Ava and Bruce alone together once more. The air between them feels different somehow; lighter, less tense. Perhaps their friends were right after all...maybe there's hope for them yet.