Blindsided

*Part 31

Melanie

I don't even know what to make of the other night. I don't know what came over me, what possessed me to act in matter so unlike me. But regardless of the consequential circumstances, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I haven't been able to block it out of my mind.

He keeps coming back to me.

Today's Saturday, and the last time that I saw Bailey was Thursday night. When I made out with him. In the showers. I asked him to kiss me.

It's official. Bailey Whitlock has driven me to insanity.

I place a hair-tie between my teeth as I think this over,  pulling a hairbrush through my thick hair. I section it off quickly, securing the hair-tie in a half-up half-down style. I look myself over in the mirror, letting out a deep sigh. 

My anxiety is running wild right now. After Thursday night, Bailey drove me home, but we went our separate ways afterwards. We didn't mention... whatever it was that happened, but he did kiss my forehead when I got out of the car, causing heat to flood my cheeks, lasting for the many hours that followed. I still haven't told any of my friends, but I know Persephone is suspicious. She's asked numerous times if I'm feeling okay, given how quiet I am, and how unusual I presume I'm acting. Every time she's asked, I've brushed her off, blaming my behavior on PMS. She's bought it, I think. 

It's not that I want to hide things from my friends, and there's no doubt in my mind that they'll find out eventually, but I just want to keep this to myself for a while. My life has been so confusing in these past few weeks, and I feel like I need another few days to digest everything. 

Apparently though, Persephone has other ideas. 

She walks in the door to our dorm just as I'm shoving on a pair of heeled boots, already cursing myself knowing how much they'll hurt when I'm done dancing tonight.

With the swim season now over, a group of Junior's decided to put on an end of year party. Bailey asked me to go with him, seeing that the rest of my friends 

He asked me when I was getting out of his car. I didn't utter a direct yes or no, with my head so clogged with stupid feelings, although 5 minutes after I left, he texted me with details on when he was going to pick me up. 

Which just so happens to be in 5 minutes.

"Hang on, wait up a second," she starts, pushing on my shoulders until I'm sitting on my bed. She throws her bag on the floor, taking a seat opposite me on her own bed. "Before you go, tell me what's going on. I know there's something, so spit it out."

"Nothings going on." I avoid Persephone's hard stare, focussing my eyes on the floor.

"Really?" I lift my eyes again, hers instantly zeroing in on mine. I sigh reluctantly, busying myself with picking stray lint off of my dark jeans.

"Fine. But please don't tell anyone, just yet. I'm still trying to process."

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you say stays here. I won't even tell anything to the other girls, I swear."

I take a deep breath, rubbing my hands over my eyes before I speak. Why is this so hard to say? Just blurt it out, you overdramatic bitch.