September 21, Monday

I slowly mold the chocolate chip cookies then place them in the pan. As I'm done I shove the pan into the oven before setting a timer. Monday's sucked. Especially this one.

Why this one?

Yesterday after Grayson told me every little secret he had, he said he never wanted to talk to me again. He wanted me to leave immediately and never speak or try to contact him again.

Why does it always seem I do something wrong? What do I keep doing that makes him hate me? If he would tell me I could fix it.

After him forcing me to leave, he made Dean take me home. Someone I barely know. I tried my best not to cry in the car with him. Although I silently cried and watched out the window so he wouldn't see me.

Once I did get home, I balled my eyes out. The second time this weekend. I pretty much slept the entire day after that.

But why would he tell me everything about him then make me leave?

I then start to make a new batch of treats. It was the middle of the day and I still couldn't be bothered.

"Hey, are you ok?" Aiden says. I forgot he was even in here. He was helping me ice some of the cupcakes because there was a lot of people today.

"Yeah just tired. Thanks for helping me." I say with a small smile. Aiden gives back one of his dimples smiles.

"Anything for you sweets. But I know the difference between tired and sad. You can tell me if you want." Aiden says shyly. He finishes icing one of the cupcakes before turning back to my direction.

"Just a friend of mine said they didn't want to be friends anymore. It just hurts." I say not speaking of Graysons secrets. Aiden gives me a sad but reassuring smile.

"Well obviously they don't deserve you. If they don't wanna be your friend, their loss." This time I actually smile. Aiden was right, if Grayson didn't want me around why should I be crying. His loss.

"Thanks Aiden." I say giving him a hug. He hugs me back tightly. We both then return back to work and I return back to my normal self.

Go Fuck Yourself by Two Feet