Chapter 11

Chapter Ten That Is A Fantastic Idea! The rest of the week passed with me not talking to Noah whatsoever. He could tell I needed space which he gave me but he also made a few attempts to talk to me at which I would simply turn around, slam my locker in his face, or walk away. This probably seems very extra and dramatic but it wasn't to me. Okay, maybe it was a little bit but every time I looked at him now, all I could see was him falling off a cliff which sounds just as messed up as it's making me. Here I was thinking I'm not attached when clearly I already am. This was what I was avoiding. Now I hardly know much about the guy, nor are we very close but I'm already attached seeing as his one minor comments has throw me into a fit of paranoia. I am not an idiot; I know Noah isn't just going to fall off a cliff or the face of the earth but thinking about having to be around him means I will eventually get more attached the further the friendship