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She frowns at me. “That’s your first mistake. You’re telling me you have never fallen in love with someone in your whole life, and now that you have, you’re trying to forget about it. That’s almost top level impossible,” she points out. Like I don’t already know. But I can’t let it stay like this.
It won’t work no matter what. Even if Violet did love me, my dad would cause too many problems and I don’t want to pull her into them. He’s probably already started looking for someone to help with the business, I don’t think I get much of a say in it. I would’ve tried. I really would have. But I don’t want to risk it for her. Especially knowing there’s little to no chance she even likes me as a friend.
“I have no other choice. You know my dad. He hated the idea of me even talking to her, what do you think he’ll do if he even suspects I like her, Aurora?” I ask.
“God, to hell with your father. I hate him more than you do. Violet has many reasons to hate him if I’m being honest. You can’t let him control everything, especially your feelings. If you do everything he says, you’re going to end up miserable for the rest of your life.”
“And I have accepted that,” I tell her, walking faster and further ahead.
“Elias! Don’t walk away from me!” she shouts, running to catch up.
“I mean, I don’t know why I do, you’ll just follow me anyway.”
“Shut up, I’m trying to help you.”
“Well, I don’t need help, and we’re going to be late,” I tell her.
I don’t need to talk about this now. It just makes me think about the situation with my dad and Violet, and I really don’t want to think about that right now.
She frowns again, moving her hand to the back of her pocket to grab her phone, but freezing, squeezing her eyes shut. “Shoot. I forgot my phone in class.” I look at her with wide eyes.
Her phone? She forgot it! That seems impossible, Aurora guards her phone with her life. How did she even leave class without it? I told her she shouldn’t stress about helping me.
She looks at me. “Can you go get it?” she pleads.
“Me?”
“Yes, you. Your arm is broken, but your feet work just fine. Pleasee?” she exaggerates.
“Okay, but go to the exit, I’ll meet you there,” I tell her before turning around and running back the other way. I have all her classes memorized, and she had math class on the second floorright before the bell. So, I head up the stairs and into the class quickly.
When I get there, the door is luckily still open. However, no teacher is inside. I look at a small tablet to the right of the door frame, where the seating chart is and see that Aurora sits in the middle, next to Violet. They have a lot of their classes together.
I then head toward her desk, where her phone just sits on the table. Someone could’ve stolen it; she’s lucky no one did. She’s also lucky she remembered while we were still at school. I grab her phone and put it in my pocket. Before leaving the class, however, I notice a piece of paper on the desk next to Aurora’s. On Violet’s desk
I walk toward the table and grab the piece of paper. My eyes scan the sheet. A lyric sheet. It’s a song. And it’s written in pencil. I’ve never seen these lyrics nor heard them, and I don’t know much music. But why is it written in pencil? And why would she need some song lyrics anyway? Did she write this?
My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing. I look at the screen to see the caller ID: ‘Dad’. I’m late. I press the power button to silence the call, then open the camera. I take a picture of the handwritten words before placing the paper on the table and running back out.
I run down the stairs and immediately to the entrance. “Hurry up before my dad kills me, Aurora!” I shout as I approach her.
“I’m done, just waiting for you,” she says when I arrive at the door. I take out her phone and hand it to her, and we both rush outside. My dad’s car is parked farther than the school and all the black tinted windows closed. He opens one when we get to the curb, looking at us with an annoyed look.
“Why are you late?” he asks, opening the door to the back seat.
“Because I have two backpacks to take care of. A minute isn’t going to kill you,” Aurora tells him, placing my bag in the trunk. I open the door of the passenger seat, slipping inside.
“I’m not paying you for this,” he tells her. I turn to look at him.
“Really Dad?” I comment, barely furrowing my eyebrows.
“Yeah, I’m charging ten dollars an hour for helping my cousin. That better be in my bank account by next week,” Aurora mocks him sarcastically.
“Go home,” he tells her.
“Thanks, Aurora.” I add, but he drives off before she’s able to answer. I sigh, laying my head back on the seat. He never changes, does he?
Chapter 51 – Trentaquattro
