I hate how it’s so easy for people to look in onto your situation and judge. They don’t know the whole story. They just know what they think they see, what others tell them and sometimes what you tell them. But sometimes you even leave out the parts you wish not to share. Sometimes it’s hard to put emotions into words. Sometime…sometimes it’s hard to do what’s logical because your head is constantly fighting with your heart.

Outsiders just don’t understand.

“Would you stop making sad eyes at her? Gosh!”

Like Erin for example, she’s my best friend but she can’t truly understand what I’m going through. She can listen and give advice but she can’t feel what I feel. How I feel about this situation.

“I hate how she has you eating out of her palm.” She slams her locker shut. And I remove my eyes from the back of Ashley’s head to glare at Erin. “She’s a bitch. Look…she doesn’t care about you the way she should.”

“Erin…” I sigh. I’m getting tired of this lecture.

“No you look.” She points over my shoulder. “She’s talking to that bitch Amber.”

I turn around to look where Erin is pointing and sure enough Ashley is leaning against her locker, with a smile on her face while she talks to Amber. Amber is…I don’t even want to think about that right now.

“Come on…” Erin hip checks me.

Before I turn around to walk with Erin, I give Ashley one more glance. She catches my eyes this time, smiles and waves. I just shift my eyes to Amber and back to Ashley. She frowns and shakes her head.

“Whatever.” I say out loud and walk away.

“I’m sorry.”

Erin and I are at her house doing homework. School sucked ass big time today. Ashley never came to the class we share and I didn’t see her anywhere on campus throughout the rest of the day so I just assume she left. I didn’t want to talk to her, but I still like seeing her and knowing that she’s okay and actually participating at school.

“Spence.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I give my attention back to Erin. She has moved from her desk to sit next to my spread out body on her bed.