Stage Fright

Chapter 68 ~ In

Heather

"I really am sorry about your bathtub." Taylor mumbles as we walk to lunch.

It was our first day back after winter break, I wasn't too sure if I wanted to be back or not. I liked that I was busy again and that I got to see my friends, but I didn't want the homework. Plus was the added stress that I was supposed to hear back from my universities soon. 

I hadn't heard much from Taylor since my party, she texted the next day to let me know that she was alright, but not much more. She'd been pretty embarrassed.

"It's alright, I'm glad you're okay." I say and she nods.

"You didn't......tell anyone did you?" She asks and I press my lips together. "Oh god, who?" She groans.

"Josh." I mumble and she hits me.

"Heather!" She exclaims and I sigh, turning the corner.

"I'm sorry, he thought someone got hurt and I didn't want him to think I was keeping a secret from him." I defend and she rolls her eyes. "I swore him to secrecy, he promised me he'd never tell a living soul."

"Yeah, until he tells the guys at the table and I get made fun of." She mumbles and I shake my head.

"Josh is the worlds best secret keeper." I assure her. "I swear, he'd never say anything and the last thing he wants is to be on your bad side." I insist and she nods quietly and then laughs slightly.

"Josh is that scared of me?" She asks sounding almost excited and I laugh with a nod. "See, you have a smart boyfriend." She tells me and I roll my eyes, opening the door to the cafeteria. 

"I do." I admit and she laughs.

"You seem happier." She remarks. "I mean aside from psycho Zeke and everything, but I swear you seem better. You and Jules aren't frantically whispering at lunch anymore and you don't look like you're ready to lose your mind all the time." She says and I nod, knowing all of that was true. "How are you doing with everything?" She asks and I raise my eyebrows. Taylor didn't ask me or anyone else questions like that ever. "What? I can be human, I'm trying to be a good friend."

"Who are you, and what have you done with the real Taylor?" I ask and she shoves me again. "I'm absolutely fine, nothing actually ended up happening to me which was.....good." I mumble and she nods. "It was hard to sleep at night for a while, but I'm better now."

"Did you get drugs?" She asks and I laugh a bit shaking my head.

"No, Josh." I tell her and she rolls her eyes with a smile. "I'm alright though, my dad had that room remodelled and everything." I tell her and she nods. "I go to therapy every single day." 

"Oh ew." She says and I nod. "That sounds like a lot."

"It is, but the doctors insisted my dad start me with a therapist as soon as possible." I tell her. "But my trip helped too."

"Well I'm glad you're still.....you know, you." She says and I furrow my eyebrows. "You're the only nice person in this entire group, you're the glue and if you come undone, so does everyone else." She insists and I raise my eyebrows. 

"What an honour." I laugh and she laughs too. "I'm glad we're getting along better." I mumble and she nods.

"Me too." She sighs as the two of us come up to our table. We were the first two here, which was completely unheard of for the most-part. "I'm sorry for the hostility when you were with Zeke, I didn't know how bad it was and I didn't help anything by treating you that way." She admits and I shrug, taking my bag off.