moving/ˈmuːvɪŋ/

adjective

in motion

Without realising I hear my locker being slammed as I turned around to see Blake hovering over my small figure. His eyes looking concerned along with anger laced around with them. "Move away from me Blake."

"Why?" He whispered, I heard a sight of sadness as his voice whispered that one word.

"Why what?"

"Why are you going out on a date with that fucker?" He asked, obviously 'that fucker' was meant to be Jordan, I shrugged my shoulders not knowing why I did agree. Why did I? Did I just want revenge on Blake after everything he has put me through? He deserved it but so did I.

"Because why not Blake? You are not my boyfriend any more." Blake scoffed hitting the locker besides me causing me to jump at the echo of the slam through out the empty hallways. He pushed himself away from me grabbing onto his hair.

"I apologised, what happened to my princess who would-"

"I AM NOT YOUR PRINCESS ANYMORE! You lost the right to call me that the minute you left me, you left me standing outside like a fucking idiot. You left me when I needed you the most, they told me I had a chance that chemo wasn't working and you left me. I was scared, don't you get it? I was scared that I would lose you and I did." I stopped before any more hurtful words would leave my mouth. I looked up when I saw him looking at me with a sad expression.

I noticed the small tear that strolled down my cheeks before finally walking away from him, even though I felt myself breaking slightly still knew that deep inside I did love Blake. I always haven I know nothing would be able to change my feelings for him.

I paused onto my steps before blurting out, "I gave you everything, I gave you all of me...why can't people understand that an illness doesn't define me. I'm not fragile but it was my fault, I should've told you before but you shouldn't have left me like that."

"Amira.."

"No, Blake. No. Just go please." He has done so much for me, without noticing I looked back to see him gone.

"Honey, someone called Jordan is waiting outside for you." I hear my mum call loudly, I sigh looking down at the picture of me and Blake. I took a deep breath before opening my shoe box full of memories and inserting it inside. I shove the shoe box underneath my bed before walking out of the bedroom.

I rush down the stairs and see Jordan standing their, his hair was tied up in a man bun along with a White pair of trousers and a blue shirt. I kissed my mums cheeks before walking out of the door. "Alright, are you ready for the best date ever?" Jordan says, I glanced up at him nodding my head.

"Yeah, lets go."

"Nice necklace by the way." I look down seeing the necklace Blake got me, I closed my eyes giving him a small thank you as my hands graze onto it. I haven't take this necklace of since the day he has brought it for me.

"Then he continued laughing like there was on tomorrow. I was so confused on what made him laugh but I guess he was just the best- Amira, are you listening?"

I shot my head up from my hands as I nod my head smiling at the conversation. Never has a date bored me so much in my life. I tapped my finger against the table before our food begins being settled onto the table. I thank the waiter and see a salmon salad. I wanted to vomit. The smell of sea food lately hasn't been on my best term.

I poke my fork through the salad as Jordan continues talking about his life, how he likes soccer and what. "Then Blake-" I lift my head at the response of his name before receiving. stern scowl on Jordans face. "So when I bring up Blake you're interested, you're still in love with him aren't you?" Jordan said, I raise my eyes shaking my head.

"No."

"Yes you are,"

"No I don't."

"Blake likes the colour black."

"Not true, Blakes real favourite colour is actually ocean blue. The colour of his mothers eyes--I guessed that." I stuttered shoving the fork down my throat, Jordan did nothing but chuckle loudly allowing the attention to be forced upon us.

"You're so in love...so parrot what happened?" He asked as if not caring that we are on a date.

"I loved him, I mean I love him. No offence-"

"Non taken."

"He was the only guy who would look twice my way, he was friendly, kind and caring. He treated me like I was different from everyone else, took me on dates...I gave myself to him...-" I sighed inhaling a small breath before continuing on. "I was going to tell him I had cancer but then when I had a seizure when everything was going perfect and....he left."

There was silence between us, it felt nice having someone other than my best friend to listen. Like a new fresh pair of ears. Jordan gave me a curt nod as he takes in the story piece by piece. Thats when he sits up. "You want my honest opinion?"

Nodding my head I begin to listen close, "It was both your faults, you should've told him but he shouldn't have left. You both had faults and you both left the situation-"

"I didn't, I called him, texted him and I ran after him but he left..."

"I understand, look as much as I hate Blake. He's a good guy and you are a good girl but you both are similar...I think you need to give him a chance to explain himself." I slump back onto my chair, I hate it when someone is right in a subject where I want to have an excuse to be angry.

I looked up at Jordan who was looking down at his phone, "thank you."

"No problem parrot,"

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