5 Years Ago

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5 years ago

"Katieeeeeeeeeee!" I yell across the lunch room. Katie walks over to me embarrassed. Her wavy blonde hair covers one of her eyes. I breathe in. Then shake my head. No, I have a boyfriend.

Katie sits down.

"Hey, did you find any more of those weird seismic activities  or what they're called?"

"You said it right and no" She says weakly and puts a giant spoonful of pudding in her mouth.

"Awww I needed a good story before my birthday can you  believe i'm turning 16" I say

"Finally I can drive with out my stupid sister in the car." I add

"Well you still have to pass and we both know that's never going to happen."

"Hey!" She starts to laugh. Her cute laugh. No. stop. She's just a friend.

Suddenly two arms wrap me up into a hug. I shiver.

"Oh hey Brandon," Katie says.

"Hi," I say weakly.

"Hey. " Brandon says. He sits in the chair next to me and puts his arm around me. "So me and the guys were thinking of going down to that spooky abandoned house near Elm street. Wanna come, Katie you can come too if you want" Brandon mumbles the last part. He's never like her that much. Too shy. Too smart. Too pretty. I look at Katie. We were going to have a girls night but now.

"Can I think about it?" I ask.

"Sure thing" He gets up, kisses me on the forehead and greets some of his friends. I wait until he's out of range so I can drop my smile.

"What do you think? Perfect spot for some footage." I ask Katie.

"Why are you still dating him"? Katie abruptly asks. The question catches me off guard. Why do I date him?

"What?" I awkwardly laugh. She knows she has too but how?

"Why are you dating him?" She repeats. My heartbeat quickens and my hand are clammy.

"You know why" I rebutted.

"Do I? Because I know that you hate him" She says her tone now raised. She doesn't know the real reason.

"Hate is a strong word" I say, picking at my corn. Her face has turned from anger to worrisome.

"You don't have to date him," she mumbles.

"I know" I choke out. We sit in silence barely eating our food for the rest of lunch.

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