Aron comes walking in and makes his way directly to my seat. He's a bit dressed up today, and I can't seem to figure out why "Have you lost something?" I ask him surprised at the coldness of my own tone. He's suprised at it too, and I shoot him a very ugly glare.
He seems dumbfounded by my sudden lack of feeling for him, and I make a mental reminder to give myself a treat for reacting in such a way. "What do you want?!!" I ask him making my tone sound snappish. He raises his eyebrows in something like embarrasment and a silent question, the sort that goes aren't you seeing me clearly, it's me Aron. I give myself a small laugh as I can't think of what he suddenly wants.
He goes on standing there, probably hoping to make some sort of impresssion on me with the tenacity he shows but that only goes to irritate me the more. I'm not in the mood for this. I'm not in the mood for any of this. I can't focus with him looking at me like that.
A part of me wants to listen to him, to hear him give me some dumb excuse, on how much he actually loved me and he still loves me, and how he has realised that he's made the worst decision he could ever make. All that crap.
A part of me wants to listen to what he wants to say, and then give us a chance to start over again, so we could go back to the way things used to be. A small party for me still loves Aron, still wants to have the asuurance of love that he provided. But there's this bigger part.
The bigger part that realises that even if I'm not completely over Aron, I've been too thoroughly broken to consider him any more. This part of me wants to scream and rail at him to leave me the heck alone, I'm done with him and his lies, I'm done with he and his selfish ways, even now he's still thinking about himself.
I'd noticed earlier on that the class wasn't complete, apary from the missing teacher, there was a junior who spent most of her time in the laps of her senior, and a big brute whom every girl seemed to think was cute. The realisation makes me laugh as I can only imagine the sort of dilema he's gotten himself into. His new girlfriend, the same one he left me for, is off on an adventure with Bryce doing who knows what, and he's here, all alone and feeling duped.
My realisation of this makes me see the reason he's standing in front of me, with puppy dog eyes, while his heart was clearly filled with loathing at being made to stand there like an ignored dog. "I will not become a second resort to anyone, especially not a cheating wretch like you" I say calmly. My words carry a venom to them, just how I like it.