Semua Bab Unapologetically Me: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I walked mindlessly through the aisles, picking up things that looked interesting and just perusing so that I didn't have to go home. My phone tinkled in my purse and I stilled. Whether it was Chloe or not, I didn't want to hear the re hash of what had happened at the party. But I seemed to be a masochist this morning anyways, so I answered the call without looking. "Hello?" "Hey!" Hearing his voice I felt my jaw clench and I stopped strolling. "Oh, hey James. What's up?" "Just calling to see what you're up to. My mom told me she took the little kids over to see you." I smiled at the memory and nodded. "Yep. They were cute." "Yeah. So what are you up to?" "Shopping. Toilet paper and all of the fun stuff." "Trader Joe's?" "Yeah." "You mind if I join you?" I rubbed my face and shrugged. "Okay." I sighed. "

The next day I tried to focus on classes and doubly avoided James. It wasn't hard when I had already been doing it for two weeks, but even when he smiled at me, I turned away without a smile back. During class, he tried again and I studiously ignored him. I couldn't let him in. If he found out, there was no telling what he would want to do with the information. During class, I got a text from him asking me what was wrong. I ignored it and proceeded to block his number. After he realized I had blocked him he turned around during Danforth's lecture with his eyebrows furrowed. I continued to ignore him and he only turned away when Ms. Danforth called his name and told him to pay attention. After class, he followed me to my locker but before he could say a word to me, Pink Streak came out of nowhere and hugged him. He continued to try to get near me by removing her from his arms but I was able to move q

My cousins hadn't even bothered to call me to set anything up with me. I felt forgotten. I could probably die over the holiday and no one would even be the wiser. The days passed by painfully slow and the night before Thanksgiving, I finally snapped. I had laid around feeling sorry for myself. Crying and acting like a victim when instead I should be trying to fix it. So around dinner time, I made my way to the grocery store to see what I could get to make myself a Thanksgiving meal. I pulled up a few recipes and grabbed everything I could find to prepare pies, mashed potatoes, a chicken, because thawing out a turkey was out of the question, stuffing, and green bean casserole. I spent the rest of the evening preparing the pies. I was able to successfully make a pumpkin pie, not entirely from scratch, but it came out looking like the real deal. I also made a sweet potato pie, even though I didn't even know how it tasted,

I set the appointment but the only availabilities they had were for after the following Tuesday, which meant I was going to have to cut class again. At this rate, it wasn't looking good for me with my uncle. I was still nervous as hell but with James in the know now I felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. I still didn't want him to come to the appointment but I at least told him about it. He still seems kind of on the fence about it but it was for the best. Chloe was relieved when I told her about the appointment and about James finding out. I knew she had been stressed about it for me, but it was my business to take care of. James came by every day since he found and helped me with mundane chores like laundry. He felt like even though I was going to abort, I should still be careful. At school on Monday he even joined me for lunch. It was a quiet affair since he had brought Pink Streak along. She did most of the

My hands were slicked with sweat. I wiped them on my leggings and picked up my fork even though I knew I wouldn't be able to keep anything down. The sounds of everyone talking weren't helping either. I smiled at James' mom and she smiled back, spooning some mashed potatoes into her baby's mouth. I wondered idly what she would think when James and I finally got both of his parents alone. He wanted to tell them as soon as possible and I thought it was a bad idea. I just didn't want anyone to know. I was embarrassed that I was now a statistic. I was also afraid that they would want to talk to my mom and then the whole jail thing would come up and they would want me to stay with them like James was pushing for. He turned into the ultimate protector after I walked out of the clinic and insisted that I shouldn't stay home alone. I had told him that I wanted to. That I was more comfortable at home. It was a lie, but he didn't know that. After th