"No truer words have been spoken."
I saw Tay out and returned back to my room, reading over the text my Dad sent. Whilst I hadn't forgotten the dinner debacle and our argument, the anger from it had mostly disappeared. I was never one to hold grudges. 
With my mind made up, I picked up my phone.
Me: Hi Dad. Was just about to start studying.
Dad: My hard-working daughter, eh? Don't overwork yourself, sweetheart. 
Me: I won't. How are you?
Dad: Missing you and your mum 🙂.  
I couldn't help but smile at that. How was I supposed to stay mad at him?
Me: I miss you too. When are you coming home?
Dad: Not until the weekend, dear. But when I came we could go out for breakfast/lunch?
Me: Brunch?
Dad: What is that?
I laughed. 
Me: Don't worry. I'll call you later and explain it. 
I could have just texted the explanation, but I wanted an excuse to hear his voice. My phone pinged again but it was from someone I had no intentions of speaking to.
Luca: Hey
His message remained unanswered till the next morning. I was sitting at my dresser, getting ready for school and ready to face him. I went a bit dramatic with the make up, bringing out my cheekbones and eyes. And I made sure to not wear his necklace. 
I wasn't sure what my plan was with Luca. Since I had a few minutes to kill before Hugo dropped me off, I brought out my journal. 
JOURNAL ENTRY #439
What to do with Luca?
Break up with him - Unlikely.
Ignore him - will only work for a certain amount of time, likely two hours before he gets fed up. Then what?
Tell him how I truly feel - what will that accomplish? It's clear he doesn't care.
Avoid him until he confronts me? Ding, ding, ding!
Although a temporary and not very good solution, it still gave me slight peace of mind. Everything was going well until lunch time. I entered the cafeteria with a false sense of security, as I hadn't seen him throughout the day.
Imagine my shock when he stood right at the doors I pulled open to enter with Lincoln and a few others. Our eyes connected for a second and I registered the surprise on his face before high-tailing it out of there.
It wasn't the smartest idea to run from a football player, though.
Within seconds he was on my trail, and I sprinted down the emptying hallway with him chasing me. I thanked God when he was intercepted by someone. Who? I had no idea, but I planned to find out and send them a thank you basket of some sorts.
I practically tore down the door of the first empty classroom I saw, locking it behind me and crouching on the ground. There was little light in the room but I still hid in case he somehow sensed where I was and found me. 
For the second time today I received the shock of my life when a voice spoke, alarmingly close to me. "Who are you hiding from?"
The scream that tore from my throat was downright embarrassing as I whipped around.