#nostatistic

[ghosight]

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’  -  @nostatistic

Forrest still doesn’t know how to talk to Heather sometimes. He knows it’s stupid, but he still feels as if she’s leagues above him, someone that shouldn’t even be giving him the time of day. Now lunch between them was becoming normal, and most of the time, he sat there and said nothing and just listened to her. He did a good job at listening, there were plenty new things that he had learned about her. 

The mention of guilt makes him feel like he has to say something, though, but what does he say? He knows nothing about dealing with your feelings properly. He spent all of his lunches secluded, and that was how he dealt with things. But he didn’t want Heather to feel like that.

“I uhm, I don’t think you need to be guilty. You seem nice. I-I mean, I feel biased in a way, talking about this stuff.” They both know his social standing. “But uhm, I think you just need to work on uhm, forgiving yourself, and liking yourself, if that’s uh, if you feel guilty. I don’t uhm, I don’t think you need to, probably.”

[ghosight]

It was lunch time, and for many, that meant heading straight to the cafeteria. For Forrest though, he simply need to stop at his locker, grab his lunch, and head towards the field. His mother always loved to give him ideas for making new friends, but he had already decided that it might just easier to avoid everyone here, and wait until college. While he tried to act normal, there was a strange energy that came with him, or so he figured. There had to be a reason that most wanted nothing to do with him.

So he headed out towards the bleachers, which he could hide beneath, and work on an art project he’d had in mind for a little bit. Gentle footsteps stop suddenly, when he notices that someone else is sitting in the spot that is usually his. He recognizes Heather almost instantly, but one thing that’s new are the tears. She’s sitting under the bleachers, looking smaller than he could have ever imagined.

He knows that staring is rude, but he does it for a second, only so that he can make a decision. “Do uhm, do you want a baby carrot?” It feels so out of place, and his voice is only just loud enough to be heard. He hasn’t gotten his lunch out yet, but he knows he packed some this morning. 

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[ghosight]

“ i can’t not care about you ”  -  @nostatistic

Nova really hates crying, despite how often she does it. She’d gone to hide in the bathroom, maybe not the smartest idea in the world, but she didn’t know where else to go. Hearing the bathroom door open made her heart stop for a second, until she sees Heather M. walking in. It wasn’t the best thing in the world, but she was certainly glad that it was her, over someone else.

There’s an attempt made to make it look a little less terrible, but Nova was obviously very worked up. Sometimes it was hard to be here with everyone, to know what they were all saying about her, and it was made even worse when she had to interact with Alex. Today was one of the worst of those days.

“You’re too nice to me.” Because she’s been avoiding Heather slightly, lately. Not because Heather had done anything, but because her life had become so weird, and so terrible, that she hadn’t wanted her to get wrapped up in all of it. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

[streeteditions]

Never forgotten: Paulie Lago. 18 years ago today! #NOSTATISTIC (at Plattsburgh, New York)