Back to school...

I'm seriously considering moving schools. Maybe I could go to that art school that Aiden's brothers attend, except I'm not that good at arts. But who cares, right? 

I've never had a Monday so awkward in my seventeen years of life.

It's finally time to go back to school. After New Year's eve, I spent almost all of my time with my dad and friends. I didn't hear anything from Aiden, and I chose not to be the first to contact him. I still cherish my pride. I didn't even wish him a happy birthday, but I did tell Bray to send my regards. 

Yes, I saw him. He's in all my classes, so of course, I saw him. I didn't look him in the face whenever our eyes accidentally met. His eyes were hard enough. He still wore the same leather jacket and resorted to his old clothing that consisted of dark jeans and white v-necks.