《Scars Of Regret | COMPLETED✔️》CHAPTER 8
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I couldn't deny the feeling I had yesterday in cafe. Maybe I was being delusional. I mean he left me with no returning to God knows where.
How can he be here all of a sudden. I tried to contact him so many times but he changed his number and blocked on all social media. No one knew where he went.
Like he just vanished in thin air.
I shook my head to clear it from unwanted thoughts and entered the school gate. But it was not like everyday. There was this commotion in the hallway. Well it was pure good in past few days.
It was Monday today and Mondays have a specific place in my Heart full of hatred. God since I came home last night from cafe, I felt so tired.
Well when I was not tired?
My eyes roamed around the students as i finally spot Gwen, who was standing by the locker. I made my way to her as i pushed past some students. It was so packed in corridor.
I reached my locker, which was just beside Gwen's. She was standing there, reading some romance novel again. She's a freak for novels.
Usually people read books. She just reads with her emotions all in it. I remember when a girl died of cancer in a book and here miss Gwen was depressed cause of it.
Yes, Nevermind.
She was dressed in black jeans with brown boots and a olive green sweater. Her hair were as usual straight. Someone looks extra beautiful today...
She looked up at me from her book when I tap her shoulder slightly with a small hey'. Leo and Nate were nowhere in our sight. Maybe they hadn't arrived yet. Nate must had been somewhere here but Parker must be flirting with another girl at some corner of the school.
"Hey!" She smiled and greeted back. She closed the book and put it in her back.
"Hey, What's with this commotion?" I asked puting my coat in locker which I wore with pale blue shirt and blue jeans and my not so old white sneakers and started puting physics books in my back.
"You didn't hear?" She whispered when I paused for a sec. Her voice was not every days cheery but curious. I turned my face just to look at her, my hands still stuffed in locker, puting extra stuff from bag.
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There was an obscure expression on her face. What happened?, Well I was not that active on school portal or group chats.
"Heard what?" I turned my head back to locker as my eyes fell on my skates. I sighed and closed the locker with a thud. "Don't tell me you and Parker had another fight infront of the principal."
Well that was one time and they both got detention to be in a class doing nothing.
That was enough for their detention.
"No, idiot____Ethan is back," And I froze. I blinked as my heart started beating crazily. It took me a minute to
grasp and process it.
"What d-did you just s-say?" She sighed as she looked at some students who walked passed us, staring.
"Ethan is Back Aria, He's joining today," She told me while I was still processing.
There was no way he'd be back. So it was really him yesterday. But why?, Didn't he leave without even saying anything to anyone.
God knows how he had been all this time. Just the thought of seeing him after this much long time, made me tear up.
But why was he coming back to the same place, that hurt all of us. Not that he didn't have a choice.
Maybe he was here to forget past. Maybe we could start again? Maybe he'd listen when I would explain to him.
Yes he will.
I was so abstracted that I didn't realize the silence that fell in the entire corridor.
I looked up at Gwen but she was staring to something behind me. My eyebrows furrowed slightly before I heard the sound of heavy footsteps against the marble floor.
My heart was beating too fast. I could hear it in my ears, maybe Gwen could do too.
I slowly turned around and looked up from under my heavy lashes. My breathe hitched.
Same black shiny hair, blue-Grey ocean eyes to dive and got lost in them, those plumpy lips. I could feel him.
It was him......Ethan Anderson.
He was here, back in New York. I didn't remember the last time I saw his beautiful face, that jawline. My Heart knew how much my soul was missing his warmth. He was standing there in front of me.
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He got so change in a year. The memories of us together, on beach doing jet-ski or on late night rides on his bike, our cuddles, everything flashed infront of my eyes.
The Felicity which used to be in his eyes was nowhere to be seen. His eye smile with wrinkles around them.
God I missed him.
My eyes started stinging with tears. . We were so close to each other, one could imagine. Now so far to just visualize.
His eyes roamed around the students, inspecting each one before paused at me.
There was the Change.
His eyes...
It was as if I was seeing me in him.
His broken soul, His entire Aura was changed, and it scared me to the core to see myself in him.
He hated himself.
Every inch of my body was hurting to see him like this. Was It really me he was like this?
My throat felt tight by something. We just stare at each other, didn't care about the surrounding. I really wanted to run and hug him so tight but this damn wall between us stopped me to move further.
He started to move forward in our direction. The whole corridor was murmuring around us.
The leather jacket giving him a vibe of a bad boy. I chuckled inwardly.
Maybe he forgot everything and wanted us to be together? Maybe we could help each other?
I smiled slightly to him but he had no expression on. I was about to step forward to him but Just as I thought he'd say something to me, his eyes shift from me to behind, and he just walked past us brushing our shoulder, creating a spark of our memories.
As if we were strangers.
He was gone, that means we were still where he left.
I was still looking where he was before blinking slowly, pushing back my tears. Students were staring like always.
Gwen put her hand on my shoulder empathetically. Could someone feel more broken when they already were?
"Come on Aria, let's go," She Whispered as I looked at the ceiling with a deep breathe, before glance at her pulling my bag's strap over my shoulder.
Ethan was back, and there'd be no way it was for good. I thought as we went to our class with heavy hearts.
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Gwen and I were sitting in cafeteria. My mind was ruminating. Ethan was sitting right there in my peripheral view. Neither of us had an encounter after morning in school's corridor.
His face didn't reflect anything.
He was sitting with Ester and Kyle.
Well Ester was probably sitting on his lap and i felt a sting in my heart.
Ester Reed, she was not only a mean girl, but an Elite also. The entire circle at that table was Elite. Ethan never used to sit with them.
Maybe things got changed.
"Don't you think I should go and talk to him," Gwen looked up from her phone when I asked her. "Maybe he'll listen to me, please."
"Not now Aria. Maybe when he's alone somewhere?" She placed her hand on mine before looking over to their table.
She was right I think. I'd talk him later not now and I couldn't wait for him to listen to me.
I must had been staring for a while that somehow he sensed my gaze, as his eyes drift from kyle to me in
Anger?
I passed a little smile, which he just didn't reciprocate. I turned my head back to my lap. It was just for a mere second before i heard the sound of chair screeching with the floor and i looked up to see Ethan.
His face was fuming with anger, he stared at me, as the students were murmuring something, passing us glances.
He pulled his bag over his shoulder and left the cafeteria. I furrowed my eyebrows at that.
What was that?
Gwen was about to rant something to the students but i quickly shook my head to her.
I was so confused that i still couldn't read him. God knows what was going on in his mind. But I was sure, whatever it was, it would be definitely bad for me.
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