Despite being exhausted from the day’s events, I didn’t sleep much at Char’s. Not only did I not have my sleeping pills, but my mind was whirling with possibilities of what Aiden and Mason meant by “tomorrow.”
Which is today.
Meaning something is happening today.
And I still don’t know what it is.
But I do know that I’d rather have nothing happen.
Of course deep down, I really wish I could tear Kaitlyn and Ryan a new one for messing with me, but I can’t. I had all night at Char’s to think about it while I couldn’t sleep, and I’m positive that the best thing to do is to leave it alone and let it go.
There are bigger things at play here, and I don’t want stupid high school rivalry to ruin— and quite possibly literally end— my life.
If I retaliate and do something to Kaitlyn and Ryan, they’ll just hit back bigger and harder. It’ll be a never ending cycle until I lose; and I know for a fact that I won’t win this war. There are hundreds of things they could do to end me, since I’m not even Amelia Collins. Amelia Collins technically doesn’t even exist. If this fight with Kaitlyn and Ryan becomes the all-consuming, sole purpose of their existence, they will eventually find out I’m not who I claim to be. They could dig up my past, they could expose me, and I’d lose everything and everyone. Not to mention that this information would dig up a whole new kind of hell, attracting attention from people I’d rather not know of my whereabouts. It would only be a matter of time until this stupid teenage drama draws Tony to me, and then it wouldn’t be just stupid teenage drama anymore. It would be a serious battle for my life, and innocent people could get hurt. The last time Tony hunted me down, he was so hell bent on destroying me that three innocent people were killed. KILLED. Three innocent lives were ended because of ME, and I will live with that heavy burden on my conscience for the rest of my life. This isn’t a game. This is bigger than some teenagers getting caught up in a heated rivalry. This is bigger than my hatred for Kaitlyn and Ryan and their hatred for me, Aiden, and the Boys. This is my life, and the lives of the people I care about. So this has to end now, before Kaitlyn and Ryan retaliate with something worse than slashing my tires and keying my car. Determined to tell Aiden to drop ideas about retaliation, I met him at my locker like he instructed, and just as he said, he got here bright and early to get our stuff before anyone else could touch it. Despite his promise to ‘talk in the morning,’ we did no such thing. He handed me my stuff and practically sprinted away from me before I could even think about pestering him for answers. Fine. But he can’t avoid me all day. I was going to bother him in second period calculus, but Mr. Fidiott gave us a sample test for …show more content…
“I’m touched. Really. But I don’t want to start a never ending war. Ryan already hates Aiden, Kaitlyn despises me. Together they make a ruthless team without boundaries. I don’t want to have to be constantly looking out for the knife they plan to shove in my back. Can we please just be the bigger people and drop it before I’m the target of even more torment?” I plead, disclosing at least half of the truth.
Everyone looks dumbfounded; torn between their want to respect my wishes and need to punish someone who hurt one of their own. I sneak a look at Aiden, who continues to analyze me with a stoic face.
Charlotte’s the first to speak, “But didn’t Aiden and Mason already have a plan? Weren’t you guys going to handle it today?”
“We were going to handle it tonight,” Mason clarifies.
The boys’ eyes all light up with realization, and even Anna seems to get what they’re talking about.
“What’s tonight?” Char asks.
“Friday is when Aiden goes to the tr—” Noah is cut off when he notices Aiden sending him a death glare.
“Friday is when Aiden goes where?” I prompt, looking at
Which is today.
Meaning something is happening today.
And I still don’t know what it is.
But I do know that I’d rather have nothing happen.
Of course deep down, I really wish I could tear Kaitlyn and Ryan a new one for messing with me, but I can’t. I had all night at Char’s to think about it while I couldn’t sleep, and I’m positive that the best thing to do is to leave it alone and let it go.
There are bigger things at play here, and I don’t want stupid high school rivalry to ruin— and quite possibly literally end— my life.
If I retaliate and do something to Kaitlyn and Ryan, they’ll just hit back bigger and harder. It’ll be a never ending cycle until I lose; and I know for a fact that I won’t win this war. There are hundreds of things they could do to end me, since I’m not even Amelia Collins. Amelia Collins technically doesn’t even exist. If this fight with Kaitlyn and Ryan becomes the all-consuming, sole purpose of their existence, they will eventually find out I’m not who I claim to be. They could dig up my past, they could expose me, and I’d lose everything and everyone. Not to mention that this information would dig up a whole new kind of hell, attracting attention from people I’d rather not know of my whereabouts. It would only be a matter of time until this stupid teenage drama draws Tony to me, and then it wouldn’t be just stupid teenage drama anymore. It would be a serious battle for my life, and innocent people could get hurt. The last time Tony hunted me down, he was so hell bent on destroying me that three innocent people were killed. KILLED. Three innocent lives were ended because of ME, and I will live with that heavy burden on my conscience for the rest of my life. This isn’t a game. This is bigger than some teenagers getting caught up in a heated rivalry. This is bigger than my hatred for Kaitlyn and Ryan and their hatred for me, Aiden, and the Boys. This is my life, and the lives of the people I care about. So this has to end now, before Kaitlyn and Ryan retaliate with something worse than slashing my tires and keying my car. Determined to tell Aiden to drop ideas about retaliation, I met him at my locker like he instructed, and just as he said, he got here bright and early to get our stuff before anyone else could touch it. Despite his promise to ‘talk in the morning,’ we did no such thing. He handed me my stuff and practically sprinted away from me before I could even think about pestering him for answers. Fine. But he can’t avoid me all day. I was going to bother him in second period calculus, but Mr. Fidiott gave us a sample test for …show more content…
“I’m touched. Really. But I don’t want to start a never ending war. Ryan already hates Aiden, Kaitlyn despises me. Together they make a ruthless team without boundaries. I don’t want to have to be constantly looking out for the knife they plan to shove in my back. Can we please just be the bigger people and drop it before I’m the target of even more torment?” I plead, disclosing at least half of the truth.
Everyone looks dumbfounded; torn between their want to respect my wishes and need to punish someone who hurt one of their own. I sneak a look at Aiden, who continues to analyze me with a stoic face.
Charlotte’s the first to speak, “But didn’t Aiden and Mason already have a plan? Weren’t you guys going to handle it today?”
“We were going to handle it tonight,” Mason clarifies.
The boys’ eyes all light up with realization, and even Anna seems to get what they’re talking about.
“What’s tonight?” Char asks.
“Friday is when Aiden goes to the tr—” Noah is cut off when he notices Aiden sending him a death glare.
“Friday is when Aiden goes where?” I prompt, looking at