Mistakes We've Made..

~Fourteen~

        Ben and I didn't speak after that day in my house... We still saw one another every day at school, and most of the time on weekends, but never said a word to the other. As odd as it sounds, no one questioned why neither of us spoke, they just carried on as if it was normal. Everything was going completely fine though besides that, Jon and I were still together, Ian and Christina were still... whatever it was they claimed to be, and Aaron had met a girl and was dating her. Everything seemed to be going perfect, and we were all preparing to graduate. 

        "Are you ready for this weekend?" Ian asked, sitting down beside Christina at our table in the cafeteria. 

        "I am." Christina nodded. "Are you?" 

        "What's this weekend?" Ben asked, looking up from his food. 

        "Prom?" Christina stared at him. 

        "Oh, right." Ben half smiled. "I'm ready." 

        "You're going?" Ian asked, sounding completely surprised. 

        "Yeah, I asked that girl from the last show we had." Ben shrugged. "She's cool." 

        I rolled my eyes, and busied myself with the math homework in front of me. THAT girl had been such a bitch at the show. She pushed her way to the front, pushing both Christina and I both out of her way to get a 'better view'. She was wearing a ridiculous amount of makeup, and her lip colour just didn't look right on her. She also spoke with the most high-pitched, whiny voice you could think of. I rolled my eyes again, and started writing out the answers. 

        "Are you ready?" Jon asked me quietly, as the group went off on their own discussion. 

        "Yeah, I got Aaron's ticket and Christina got his girlfriends, so they're both coming." I smiled at him, closing my textbook, with my notebook holding my spot. 

        "Do you have everything that you need though?" Jon smiled at me. "You need to worry about yourself sometimes, you know?" 

        "I did that! I got all my stuff first." I told him. 

        "Good." He said, kissing my cheek lightly. "You know, most kids aren't worried about their homework this close to grad..." 

        "Most kid's aren't relying on a scholarship to get them into university either." I sighed. 

        "Okay, okay..." Jon said, breathing out. "Do you work tonight?" 

        "Seven until eleven again." I sighed. "Tim Horton's is killing me." 

        "That's really late." Jon said quietly. "I hate you working that late." 

        "It's better than midnights." I told him, putting my stuff back into my pencil case. "Anyways, the bell's about to ring." 

        "I'll see you after school?" Jon smiled, as I got up gathering all my things. 

        "Sure! Come by my work tonight too?" I smiled at him. "I'll need something to keep me sane."

        "Will do." Jon nodded, as I kissed his cheek quickly before racing off to my locker. 

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        "Welcome, to Tim Horton's what can I get you?" I said cheerfully into the microphone on my headset. 

        I listened to the man's order, and gave him the price quickly before turning to start making the coffees he'd ordered. I turned to the window quickly, repeating the price to the man before accepting his money and taking it to the cash register. I handed him the tray of drinks through the window, and watched him drive off. I hated working here, but at least it paid decent money... kind of.