Because Of Her.

51 | Project.

Waking up next morning was much different than yesterday. Yesterday where it was all about sharing happiness, collective joy, loud chatters and loud laughs—it was such a contrast to the eerie silence in our hall today. I walk to kitchen and halt when I see Amy filing her water bottle. I move to other side and take out an apple before washing it under the sink. Putting it on the plate I cut it into slices and sprinkle some black salt before eating it. By the time I am done Amy was gone and I take her position, filing my own bottle with cold water.

I take it with me and pass from hall seeing her sitting on couch while she arranges her bag for today. Without exchanging any word I head to my room and prepare for the day. Since yesterday the behavior she showed and our argument afterwards—we didn't talk much. Just nods and few murmurs where it's necessary but other than that nobody bother to patch up things.

Patch up exactly what? I don't even know.

She was the one who was literally speaking nonsense and I don't feel I said anything out of the line —in fact it was her who didn't keep herself in check. At first I thought maybe I should just make her sit and calmly let her make her understand what her mistake was and how she can fix it up but didn't' I do it before and there's no result. So why waste my breath when she can't have an open mind to actually hear me out.

I stand in front of my mirror and brush my hairs, parting it I brush the left side then right before taking it in one hand I tie them in a low ponytail, bringing my hairs to one side of my shoulder. Some lose strands fly on either side of my temple and I tuck them behind my large ears before wearing my flannel over the maroon tank top. I close the button of flannel before tugging the ends into the Mom's jeans I am wearing but I frown when I see myself in mirror. I quickly open the button of my flannel and tug the tank top into my jeans instead. Tying a belt I let the flannel open and adjust the pendant on my neck, sliding it in my top.

I grab the concealer Amy gave me yesterday to hide the unwanted hickey I got from stranger. I apply a coat and again shiver in disgust asking myself how I could even think it was from Liam and was so happy about it but finding the reality I want nothing but to scrub it off my skin.

I wear my white converse and place the sketchbook in my bag along with The Kite Runner novel. I really need to get back to reading. I sling my bag before looking behind my room to see everything on its place. My eyes fall on the maroon and peach mixed scarf that I forgot and quickly place it in my bag before finally exiting my room.

I really need to buy some scarves because suddenly I am short on them and I swear I'd sufficient of them.

I hardly ever use them though I mainly bought them for my hair back when I used to wear them a lot in the year first but then I kind of stopped because—first Selena used to laugh at it a lot saying how it's so old fashioned style and that I look ridiculous since nobody wears them like that anymore.

Second, Amy was the one who used to make my hairs nicely with the help of a scarf and it was usually such a hassle to go with it when you have early morning classes so I hardly do it now. But I used to like it a lot. Now I usually use the scarf when I used to travel in buses to hide my face because there were moments where I have done it for obvious reasons.

I don't find Amy in hall and I don't know if she is in her room or not. I decide not to check and leave the apartment. I see her shoes still near the hallway and without waiting I leave alone. I arrive to college in less than ten minutes. The autumn sun hits differently on my face and I smile in the warmth cascading on my skin before rays get blocked by the science building I enter into.

I arrive the lecture room and luckily today Drake comes, he was busy writing furiously something on his notebook and when I approach our seats I see him writing yesterday notes.