Baylor's POV

It's been a horrible week. And today was the day that my dad was leaving, I could barely leave my tear soken bed. "Sweetie I have to go now," my dad whispered.

I nodded slightly and sat up. My dad was standing in full military gear and his hair was cut into a buzz cut again. "Dad I don't want you to go," I huffed out.

My heart felt like it was getting squeezed and my veins were pulsing but it hurt through my skin. My eyes lifted to meet his and he looked at me sadly. "You still have to go to school. But you can come with me to the airport," he spoke softly.

Nodding I grabbed some clothes because I had showered last night. I put on leggings and the first runners I saw with one of my dad's big t-shirts and went out the door. He looked at me and smiled slightly at me but it was broken and fragile, as if someone mored it would shatter.

"Let's go," I said softly.

"You still need to have breakfast," my dad reprimanded.

"I'm not really hungry," I fired back.

He sighed and shook his head, "Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean you shouldn't eat."

"I'm just not hungry. This one day am I allowed to not be hungry," I retorted and went to the car.

He followed after me after a tearful goodbye with my grandma. Grams was one of the toughest persons that I have ever known and to see her bawl like that made me want to break down too. A tear slipped out of my tightly closed eyes and when I opened them my dad was in the car.

He started the engine without a single word spoken between us. The car passed by the trees that gloomed over our town. We were nearing the clearing for our airport, we have a huge airport here. "Sweetheart please talk to me," dad said softly.

He parked the car in the for a day section. I would only really be there for an hour and I needed the car to drive back. I was 18 after all. "I don't want you to go," I cried out.

He sighed and scooped me up into his arms. I nuzzled my way into my dad's shirt and a few silent tears went down my face, splattering like paint onto his shirt. "Balbina I have to go to the airport," he said.

Nodding I got up with him and exited the car. I felt numb. Anyone who has ever had one of there parents for extended periods of time knows that it is one of the hardest things to see then go. Or to say goodbye.

We went through the line to get to security and I looked at him right before he went. I jumped onto him and clung onto him. "I'll miss you so much dad," I choked out.

I could see a few tears in his eyes but he tried his hardest not to let them fall for me. "Hey. I'll see you soon," he said and kissed my cheek, smiling.

"I love you baby girl," he said and kissed my forehead.

"I love you more," I snorted through my tears.

"No way," he shook his head with a small smile on his face, "I love you most."

And with that he was into security and people were either looking at me weirdly on in disgust. My dad and mom were very young when they had me so they must have thought that he was my boyfriend. I shuttered in disgust at the thought. People were still blatantly staring at me and I scowled, "He's my dad and he's going to Iraq! Jesus can I not say goodbye because he's gone for a year and a half?"

They all turned there stares downwards and I nodded, huffing and practically dragged myself out of the airport. Dad wants me to have a normal day today. So that means that I need to go to school or he will hunt me down. Walking through the shiny vehicles I finally found the right one and I opened it and I realized that it wasn't my car. "Hey!" A voice shouted, "You stupid person that's my car- oh wait! Is that you Baylor?"

Looking around I spotted Lance who had his hands cupped around his mouth to form something to help me hear him at such far away. "Hey sorry I didn't know!" I hollered back, "Same car!"

He nodded and walked towards me. "Sorry I thought someone was breaking in," he said smiling slightly.

"Hey," my thoughts getting the best of me, "Have you seen Wiley lately?"

He nodded, "Yeah she's actually in the airport right now getting her stuff."

"What?" I exclaimed.

He looked at me befuddled, "I said she's getting her stuff and we are then leaving."

"Where did you go?" I questioned rapidly.

He huffed, "If you have to know I took her to LA for a week. It was a surprise."

"Oh my god that's so cute!" I exclaimed then smirked abruptly, "Did you tell her you like her yet?"

He looked taken aback, "No no no. Just doing this for a friend down in the dumps."

Nodding I was about to say a witty remark but then I remembered that I had to go to school or my dad would kill me. Not literally. That would be quite mean actually.

"Look Lance I have to get to school I'll see you whenever," I shouted as I moved to my car.

He nodded and yelled something back but I was too far away that I couldn't hear him at all. My eyes skimmed over each car until they landed on my black sleek car. "Yes finally," I muttered under my breath.

Looking both ways I crossed thee lane to my car and hopped in. I had a thing about never locking my cars. Drives Grams crazy but Dad does it too so I always blame him for passing it onto me through our genes.

The car started up and I pulled out of there in record time, the air was still brisk so I turned on my seat earners and rubbed my hands together. I should have gotten coffee at the airport before I left. That would have been the smart thing to do on my part. When I passed the trees it was only a couple more miles until I would be at the school. I was completely numb by the time that I got to school.

Missing first period was okay, my dad said so but second period was just about to start. I bolted out of the car and ran into the class I grabbed the handle and pulled it open, breathing heavily. About twenty pairs of eyes turned to me and I flushed. The teacher drew his eyes towards me and pursed his lips. "Next time Baylor, please don't make a big show of entering," he said and looked at me straight in the eyes.

I looked back and scowled. Now was not the day to mess with Baylor Marie Greenberg. "Well I'm sorry if saying goodbye to my dad who is going to Iraq for almost two years is getting away from you teaching your class," I said and walked to my chair pulling it out leaving a screeching sound.

His eyes were widened and he quickly went back to the lesson that I paid no attention to whatsoever. I mean come on who wouldn't. My dad said that I just had to show up, he said nothing about doing actual work so I didn't even worry about it. I started texting Wiley in the middle because let's face it doing nothing on your phone isn't that fun.

Me: hey girl. So Lance took you to LA holy shit.

Wiley: I know right. He was actually... Kind of sweet.

Me: Aww that's so cute.

Wiley: Okay I have to go now.

Me: Bye wi, we are not done talking about this.

Smiling I locked my phone and put it in my pocket. This was the class nearest lunch and the teacher wasn't very strict. Plus I guilt tripped her by telling her about my dad. Hey don't look at me I was just really sad at the moment and I didn't want to put an effort into anything.

The teacher kept looking at me with sorrow in her eyes and it made me want to barf. I didn't need her pity. I didn't need anyone's pity, I have enough self pity to keep that up myself thanks. When the bell rang I gathered myself up slowly. There was no where that I really needed to go. People passed by but I didn't really notice. They were a blur, it was like I was drunk. I started giggling at a girl kissing a guy and he didn't really like it so he grabbed a guy and kissed him. Wait is that Ryder? "Ryyyyydsdwer?" I slurred.

I could really tell because suddenly I was horizontal and Ryder had to help me up. "Woah there sugarplum," he said steadying me.

Giggling I played with his bleach blonde hair. He looked taken aback by the gesture. "Are you drunk?" He asked.

"Dad... Left... Training soldiers... In Iraq," I giggled.

My giggles kept erupting from me until I was in full blown hysterics. "Come on let's get you to your last class," he said and half carried half dragged me there.

I nodded sluggishly and walked in the change room almost killing myself. I don't even know how I managed to change into my gym clothes.

When I walked into the gym a lot of eyes turned to me but I couldn't find Reid's. I don't know why I suddenly thought of him. He was everywhere. He's in the matrix! That explains a lot.

Suddenly a hand was on my arm and was steadying me. "Hey you okay?" Adele asked concerned.

I nodded slightly and lent on her. Ryder told the gym teacher about what happened and he let me sit out on the bleachers where Adele sooner joined me because she 'hurt' her ankle. She limped over to me and then when coach wasn't looking she jogged. I shook my head and laughed slightly but the movement made me dizzy and Adele had to hold me again.

I eventually fell asleep on the bleacher in Adele's lap because I had stayed up all night gnawing at them and thinking about my dad. My head was still dizzy and it felt like a stampede was going on but for the life of me I couldn't fall asleep. I faintly heard a bell but Adele didn't get and neither did I. About fifteen minutes later I heard footsteps. My eyes wanted to open and my legs wouldn't move.

"Is she asleep?" A voice asked.

I almost screamed but a cloth covered my nose and mouth, I struggled against it but I was already so exhausted so I couldn't help but give up. I faintly felt my limbs go limp and then everything went dark.

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