An Angel's Tail

Chapter 19

Monday came, and classes started for Honey and I. Luckily, they were all classes we were both excited for, and as an added bonus, none of them were early in the morning. In case any of you were wondering, yes, we had the exact same classes, so we'd be going together. We were both majoring in Voice, because as you know, we shared a passion for singing. Along with the music appreciation classes, the voice training, and chorus, we were also taking composition classes to improve our songwriting skills. Yep, it was going to be a fun experience!

It turned out all the reviews about each professor were correct. Every one of them was so nice, and made the classes exciting. We came in each day, eager to learn more and more, and inspired to push ourselves as musicians. Even the homework was fun, because learning about the music in different periods in time was so fascinating. I found that I really loved the renaissance period. The music then was insanely beautiful. It was very challenging to learn, but Honey and I enjoyed every minute of it.

As for Honey and Brad, their relationship kept progressing, until it bloomed into something truly beautiful. They were a perfect match, and Brad was really cool to hang out with, too. Often times, he would stop by our room early while Honey was still getting ready, and he and I would strike up random conversations. He would ask me about my music, and I would sometimes play and sing for him. He would sometimes play his guitar for me. We'd sometimes watch silly videos on the internet, and laugh hysterically, which made Honey laugh, too. I found that I was starting to feel a brother and sister connection with him, and it was really nice. However, I never invited him to hang out with just me, because I felt that was overstepping a major boundary, even though we were just friends.

As promised, he looked into the pet policy for the dorms, and luckily, small caged animals were allowed. When our parents visited one weekend, they were kind enough to bring Skittles and all his essentials. She was so relieved to see that he was healthy and well, and even happier to have him back in her care. It made me happy to have him in our dorm, too, because he made it feel a little more like home.

Honey and I would often eat dinner in the dining hall with her new girlfriends, but each time, they only seemed to want to talk to her while completely ignoring me. Honey did try to include me in the conversation, but they always talked over me when I opened my mouth to speak. I did try to contribute to the conversations, but they either talked over me, subtly acted like I was an idiot, or they completely ignored me altogether. I even tried complimenting them on their outfits and hair and other things they'd talk about, but even that didn't work. Honey was also spending a lot of time with them outside of the dining hall. They often invited her to hang out with them, but I was never invited to join. I didn't make a fuss about it, though. After all, they were her friends, and she had every right to spend time with them in whatever way she pleased. It still hurt a lot, because I felt like they were taking my best friend away from me. She was spending more and more time with them, and less and less time with me. Still, I kept on a smile, because I wanted her to be happy, even if I was miserable.

Pretty soon, our Friday nights were no longer between the two of us. They were between her and her new friends, and I stayed in the dorm all by myself. I sometimes tried to go out and make new friends, but it seemed so useless. It never seemed to work, and I had no idea what I was doing. I did still eat in the dining hall, but I eventually stopped trying to get people's attention. Instead, I would sit in a booth that was hidden away from everyone, listen to music on my headphones, and study while I ate my dinner. It was the best thing I could do to keep me from crying in public, but sometimes, the tears would still come. Thankfully, nobody saw me crying. I didn't want anybody being my friend or interacting with me out of pity.

However, one fateful day, Brad happened to be walking past my table as I was wiping tears away. He stopped, and turned around. "Hey," he greeted. "You okay?"