When We Collide √

Chapter 62

"What ?" I ask Marcus and raise my brow at him. My hands are on my hips and I'm really trying hard to contemplate what he just told me

"Look I'm not going okay ," I say to him and fold my arms on my chest. "Please Tracy if you have one human bone in your body ," he begs

Oh so now I have monster bones or what?

"Why am I the one who needs to go he has so many friends Gail could go or Logan ," I say while shrugging

"You are not making this easier Tracy ," he says and puts his hands in his pocket "You don't get it the text clearly says he needs to see you ," he says subtlety. By now we are receiving quite the looks..... I'll be the new slut in town if I'm not careful. First it was with Logan and then Cayleb now Marcus...yap pretty much slut worthy.

"Why does he want me specifically ," I ask and lean against my shut locker. "I don't know ," he says

"Are you sure there is no other Tracy?you know ..even from middle school ?" I ask and I see him clench his jaw

"You're the only Tracy he knows ," he continues

"Why wasn't he at school today?" I ask him and he throws his head back and groans

"I'm not his fucking mother ," he says between clenched teeth ,"I've known you for only ten minutes and you are pretty much the definition of annoying ,"he says. Well glad you've figured that out punk there are like a million more definitions of me you haven't seen....more like fifty shades of black ......if you know what I mean. "I have things to do ," I lie to him because all I'm actually going to do is sleep

"Really Tracy do you think he'd text me if he wasn't desperate ?" He asks and looks at me straight in the eye. Well why on earth does Amell want me in his house after school

"If he was that desperate he could have come to get me and tell me what he wanted by himself ," I tell him and look at my snickers

"Damn you're hardy ," he says and slightly punches the locker causing me to look at him.

"Tracy are you going or not ?" He asks with a serious tone stating his finality and awaits my answer in awe

Sleep

Amell

Sleep

Amell

.....sleeeeeeep

"No ," I say in a loud tone and he punches the locker again. He looks like he wants to murder me just his stare is enough to get me running.

"I tried didn't I ," It sound more of a statement than a question so I don't answer him . He raises his hands in the air in mock defeat and I watch as he walks away. Glad he didn't keep on insisting on me going. He is impatient just like Kait they are good for each other

By now people have left for home but a few rumor mongers and gossipers have probably waited to see the outcome of Marcus's conversation with me ...well they'll have quite the rumor to spread after seeing what had just happened. I finally strap my bag around my shoulder and walk to the exit

I can't stop thinking about Amell and what might have probably happened to him . I don't think I cared or was concerned but the fact that he asked for me kept on lingering and ringing in my mind and at the same time I was afraid that he'd hurt me once again and this time he won't hold back considering the fact that there would be no people and that I would be at his house

I wasn't up for it. Maybe he just wanted someone to throw trash at and the first person he thought of was me. I wasn't going to risk myself this time. I walked home slowly limping but I kept on stopping in my tracks thinking about what I was doing. Did he actually need my help or was he just playing....did he want to tell me something or he just wanted someone to throw trash at

My mind was completely turmoiled. I reached home and immediately went to the kitchen to drink of the tap. No one was home so I planned on showering and then taking a nap. I turned away from the sink and my eyes landed on the white box that was still on the counter top. It immediately reminded me of Amell and then the look of concern he had when he saw me puke blood

I briefly closed my eyes, pressing them hard and tried to think of what to do to forget about him. The note that  he'd written was still fresh in my mind even the handwriting. Was he sorry ? Maybe he actually was.....but who cares he's a damn ass for hurting me because of his own insecurities. We all have anger issues but he can't just keep on throwing his tantrums at anyone he feels deserves them

Okay maybe I had also been quite annoying on my part but he has also been annoying on his part right ?

Did you try saying sorry ?

No

Did he ?

Well yeah technically

So is it really an equilibrium here ?

No

Amell had at least tried to apologize. He lowered his pride just a notch lower and had managed to say sorry even though it weren't the best. I was being a jerk by pretending not to want to know why he was asking for me

Truth is I was being a jerk for pretending not to care when the harsh reality was that I cared about  him and I wanted to know what was up. If seeing me might help whatever problem he had

Then so be it

But I'd already fucking screwed by telling Marcus off and I didn't know the way to Amell's  house. I looked at the white box on my counter top. I dreaded what I did next but it was for good nature right ? I took the phone and pressed the power button

The phone promptly buzzed to life  displaying the screen saver

'I'm okay ' were the words on the white background. I immediately smiled upon realisation. The fault in our stars ....I'd seen it on his collection of books on his shelf.

I remembered Cal scribbling his number on a piece of paper and giving it to me during our last encounter at the cafeteria. I removed my bag and placed it on the counter and I removed everything inside finally a small piece of paper dropped on the counter and I immediately dialed the number

Cal picked after two rings

"Ummm hi....," I said nervously . How was I going to tell him about the whole Amell incident he had told me he hated him

"Yes ," he said

"I need your help ," I replied

"Okay,"

"Can you come to my house like right now and please hurry up please ," I sounded so desperate

"What's happened ," he asks sounding quite puzzled

"I'll explain when you get here ....my cat's sick ," I lie and hear him gasp

"I'll be right there ," he says and I hear the clinging of keys on the other side of the line

"Thanks ," I say and hung up

The dying cat should get him speeding up