I felt a distant feeling between Bryson, and I the next morning on our way to school.

He didn't say anything, n'or did I.

I just assumed he'd tell me if he wanted to.

But the whole school day, when I'd try to talk to him, each time he'd only mutter a few words or be on his phone.

I didn't understand, did I do something wrong?

Was it something I did?

The emptiness, and neglect I felt throughout the whole school day hurt.

We were fine yesterday, I didn't understand what happened.

After shedding a few tears from the pressure I felt in my chest, I decided to just sleep early, and thought I was just overreacting.

Everything would be fine in the morning.

But he wasn't there in the morning.

As I finished getting ready to go out the door to meet him, I received a message from him saying he won't be able to give me a ride.

My chest felt heavy, tears welled up in my eyes. I shouldn't have been disappointed and hurt, but after yesterday, I was.

I didn't understand what happened if we were fine before.

It was like he didn't want to talk to me.

As if he was loosing interest.

During lunch he asked me to sit with him, I tried making conversation but then it'd die off leaving silence between us.

Again, I was hurt.

Maybe things would get better later on.

"Hey Leen, didn't think Anderson was the type for commitment. Tell me are you as good as he says you are?" Sean smirks, his hand in the side of my face.

I looked up at him confused, then slapped his hand off and walked off to the bathroom.

Sure he was only joking, Bryson wouldn't tell Sean anything, they're not even friends.

' Get it together Leen, they just want to see you break.'

I was not gonna let them see that. I'll let myself cry for now, but afterwards I was not gonna shed a single tear.

No more.

This was high school, I've got to remember that it's all temporary, and I don't know what's going on with Bryson but I'm sure we'll figure it out.

I just had to be the one to say something.

Running was the only thing that cleared my head, every time I felt my chest tighten from the feeling before with him ignoring me, I ran harder; hoping to get rid of that feeling I hated so much.

I had no idea how I'd bring it up, how was I supposed to tell him what was wrong when I hated confrontation.

When it came to my emotions I'd always push them aside, and ran to clear my head.

But I didn't want it to go on like this, knowing how stubborn he is, he might never say anything at all.

I didn't even know if I should do it in person, call, text.

As long as we communicated, anything was fine by me.

'You need to talk to him Lean.'

The next day after the class we had together I walked off with his hand in mine, leading to a quiet corner.

"We need to talk." I tell him after letting his hand go.

He he forces a smile and jokingly says, "Well if you wanted to make out Leen you could've just texted me, and I'll drive you to my house."

I roll my eyes, "I'm being serious. I know something is wrong, and I'm sorry for taking so long to bring up the issue but we need to communicate."

His smile fades, and he looks everywhere but me. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bull. Something is up, are you mad at me? Is it your dad?" I reach for his hand, but he pulls away.

"No it's fine. Everything is fine, I've just been really tired from baseball. I promise I'll try to put in more effort, for you." He kisses my hand then starts walking away, "Don't be late to class."

Something still felt off about him, but this little chat we had was better than no talking at all.

I sighed, then walked to class as well.

Maybe things would go better tomorrow.

✰ ✰

My head was spinning with possibilities, I tried to let go the uneasiness I felt with Bryce, but my mind couldn't let go the distance I felt from him.

My brain created a story, a story that tried to make sense of things.

He was talking to his friends, and I was walking up behind him before hearing, "Dude just break up with her. If she doesn't care how you're feeling then just end it."

I paused.

"She just lives in her own little world, that everything around her is perfect when it's not." I hear Bryson say, making my heart sink.

"Exactly bro, you don't need that'."

Not realizing I was within hearing I range I say, "what do you mean?"

They all turn around, surprised to see me there.

"Koleen.." Bryson murmured.

"Tell her now dude." One of them insists.

He walks up to me, and I step back.

He grabs my hands, and I wake up.

My alarm clock didn't sound off, and my room was still dark.

I looked over to check the time to see that it was three am.

I tried going back to sleep, but instead I kept remembering the dream over and over again, all night long.

I didn't understand what the dream meant, that he wanted to break up with me?

It's me, not him?

The bagel I had in my mouth was stale, and didn't sit well that morning.

I couldn't help but feel sad, it was just a dream, but the thought of him breaking up with me made me want to tear up.

I liked him.

Sure, he was a little ass at first, but he was so cute sometimes.

I didn't want to loose him.

He said he would try, and so would I.

Like any relationship, I'm sure this was our first complication we had to get through.