She sighed, not knowing what to do. Did she want to give up six years of friendship over a one-sided fight? No, she didn't. Who would? Her friend, maybe.

Suddenly, the girl's head whipped around, her pale blue eyes locking onto the pair of hazel ones that had been watching her. They stared at each other for a while, until she got tired of the nothingness look in her friend's eyes. Was she smiling? Nope... there wasn't even a visible twitch of her lips. She was dead expressionless.

She turned away and brought the pencil to her lips, slouching deeper into her seat in heartache. They had been so close, and it had all ended with something that she was STILL being kept in the dark about. The two hadn't talked in weeks, unless forced to in school for something silly, like a project or lab work... which only made it weirder between them. They hadn't even exhanged glances when passing each other in the hallway. No phone calls, no e-mail, no talking through other friends...

Was it just that this friend of hers wanted nothing more to do with her? So much so that she decided to lock her out of her life?

She didn't know. Was this the same friend who invited her over to watch scary movies when she didn't want to be alone? Was this the same girl who was always there to make jokes about teachers who stored their students' candy in their desk drawers, or ones who always had spit in their mouths when they talked? The worst fight that was ever between them only lasted for two days at the most. And if it was serious, they would always talk it through. This was nothing like that. She had not even an inkling of what her friend could be so mad at. It wasn't like them to not talk for weeks, or to purposely ignore each other in the hallways. She sighed. This was going to take some healing, but in order to know how to start that process, she had to find out what was bothering her best friend.

Best friend? Maybe not. Friend? Definitely.

No matter what, she would always be her friend. Even if the blue eyed girl went through the whole rest of her life hating her, she would still call her a friend. The only way she wouldn't would be if she purposely hurt her in some way, and she honestly didn't think her friend had it in her to do that, no matter how mad she was.

A hand touched her shoulder and she jerked at the contact, looking up into the warm, brown eyes of her classmate.

"The bell rang... are you okay?"

She looked around at the almost empty classroom, startled that she had missed the bell.

That thing was so damn loud anyway.

"Oh...okay, thanks Liz. Yeah, I'm all right, I was just thinking."

Liz smiled and jogged out the door, hoping to catch her next class on time. She watched as the dark haired teen left, and then glanced over at the same row that her beloved friend had been sitting in. The chair was now empty and all the hope she held inside of her for being able to talk to her at the end of class was now gone.

She sighed miserably and gathered up her books, slinging her Jansport over her shoulder. Before joining the bustle of the hallway, she paused at the door, let her fingers run over the stained wood and glanced over her shoulder at the still, empty seat.

A voice in her head screamed at her: Don't give up on her! She'll come around and everything will go back to normal! But for some reason, she wasn't so sure this time.

She knew why, too. Her friend wasn't trying. She was unleashing her anger, but she wasn't doing anything to try to patch things up. She acted like everything was great and dandy around her other girlfriends, but as soon as she passed her in the hall, the anger set in again.

And she couldn't do anything if she didn't TRY.

Taking one last look around the room, her heart dropped and her lips turned downwards into a frown. Her friend was taking the hard route and it was going to be a long, dreary battle until things got better... and when they did, things would never be the same.

No matter how hard they try, no matter how long they strive to make their friendship perfect again, nothing will be the same. Too much had already been damaged.

She boosted the school bag higher on her back and left the room, telling herself to take it one day at a time. But for now, she only knew one thing...

She missed her.