memories were only dreams

You're usually too shy to talk to pretty girls.

Hawk

Shit. I'm scared.

I shouldn't be scared, no.

I should be excited.

I mean, I don't even know if she's still here.

She could've lied when she said she gets off at 12.

I check the time on my phone.

11:41 pm

19 minutes.

My fingers are tingling. I don't know what that means.

Should I go on the elevator?

No, the elevator is gonna make me even more anxious. I have to keep moving or I'll go crazy.

Okay, I'll go down the stairs.

I walk to the stairs and open the door, revealing the white marble flooring. The left side leads up, and the right side leads down. This place is too rich for me.

The marble floors???

I let out a sigh and move to the first step.

Wait. It's gonna take longer for me to walk down three sets of stairs than if I took the elevator.

I walk back to the door again, open it, then glance at the elevator.

Decisions, decisions.

Okay, I'll go on one of the elevators.

I walk straight toward them and press the button to go down.

I impatiently wait for one of the silver elevators to ding, lightly bouncing my leg in anticipation.

But out of the six elevators, none of them wanted to open quick enough.

I sigh loudly, "Fine," I say to no one in particular. I walk back to the stairs, open the door, and start walking down. I look at my phone again, 11:44. I spent three whole minutes trying to figure out which way I wanted to go downstairs.

What a waste of precious time.

I reach the bottom of the stairs. 11:45

I stretch my arm out to grab the doorknob but I don't turn it.

Should I go?

Fuck Kiari just go.

I twist the doorknob and step out. When I look at the front desk

SHE'S NOT THERE.

It's literally my fault. I took forever to come down and what if she left early, or what if she-

"Oh hey, Kiari."

I look to my left.

"I told you not to call me that." I groan.

The blonde next to me shrugs. "Everyone else was, I didn't want to feel left out."

Claire, she's the one getting married this weekend. She's my older cousin, loves to talk, and loves to mess with me. She thinks I'm too serious and I need to get out and live life more. But the only reason I couldn't do that was that I wasn't in a public school. But now I am. So I really have no excuse.

"Kiari sounds so... formal," I complain.

It's true. My whole life my family has called me Hawk. But now, since I'm older, they just switched up and decided to call me by my first name. But Hawk kind of stuck with me.

Now it's weird hearing everyone call me Kiari.

"Hawk is so badass though. And I don't see you as a badass." She smiles.