A Year Without Snow

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Thursday, 1st February 2017 - part 2

When the bell rang, Bryson was the first to stand up and leave, and surprisingly enough, Dallas went after him, as well as Grace. Carson stood up slowly as if still confused about what had happened during the first minutes of class.

I stood up soon after, and while packing my books, turned to Scar and asked, "Was that all needed?"

"Yes, Daisy." She simply said and started to walk to the door.

"It's just that I am so tired of all of this drama," I explained as we made our way down the hall.

"I know... But I'm so pissed off!" She said as we reached our lockers, "She has been my best friend for years too. I always trusted her as much as I do you. If she had had a crush on my boyfriend, she would've done the same thing to me."

"I know," I admitted opening my locker.

"And I know people have disappointed you, but men has it fucked me up too. Dallas is always talking about our group and how united we used to be. That was all bullshit. Jack always was a psychopath. Grace always had been jealous bitch and judging me about my lifestyle. It was all a lie." She explained as we closed our lockers.

We walked to the cafeteria, but before we could reach it on a small hall that led to the art class, we heard familiar voices.

"I'm telling you, Bryson. She came to my house and said to me that Daisy had been raped."

Me and Scar positioned ourselves to be able to listen and be hidden from view simultaneously.

"She never mentioned that she saw it?" Bryson asked while leaning against the wall, a hand on his face.

"Never." Dallas assured him, "She was lying. She has been all this time." He said, "And if you think about it, she had a reason to. She always liked you."

"That doesn't explain Carson or Jack." He explained.

"Are you really going to believe Jack over Daisy? You never even liked the guy."

"And what about Carson?"

"Let's go, Day; we don't need to hear this."  Scar said, grabbing me by the arm.

But before we could move, someone came from behind us and walked to them. Grace, in a shadow of white hair, hurried to Bryson and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I looked everywhere for you," Grace said, looking at him with an intense urgency.

"Not now, Grace." He said, taking her hand from his shoulder and taking a deep breath; he did look exhausted.

"Let me explain it to you!" She almost begged.

"I really don't feel like talking to you." He said while turning his back to her and running both hands in his hair.

And that was when I really turned away from the scene. All this begging from her and him dismissing her brought me back flashbacks of that hot July night. Her begging to let explain and him turning his back, I would say this was karma for Grace; she brought this on herself. And for Bryson, it was terrible luck or simply lacked judgment.

Scarlett followed me, and we walked in silence into the cafeteria. We sat at our table and waited patiently for Dallas to arrive with our lunch, which didn't take long because five minutes later, our curly-haired friend was sitting down and taking three Tupperware from his backpack. He opened the containers, and I hurried to take one out.

"Well..?" Scar asked while she took a sandwich.

"What?" Dallas asked, stuffing his mouth with food.

"Did they broke up?" She asked again.