Book 2 to The Summer of Love & Heartbreak. Go read that first.
She survived the night- or did she? She wakes up a changed person after she couldn't save Billy. How will she keep going on? Move on without him?
Her pain is like the wind; uncontrollab...
It's later in the week- Thursday to be exact. I find myself sitting in Owens office, telling him how my first few days have gone.
"Yeah, they're I guess changing a lot for this concert later this year." I admit, and lean back in the tan leather chair that's a little to plump for my liking.
"How does that make you feel?" He asks as he pushes his glasses back up his nose.
"Nervous. All of the songs are about Billy." I wave it off with a shrug, but I notice him tense a little as he jots a few things down in my folder.
He talks to me about how my life has been. Including how the new drugs are working out and then he asks about Eddie. I hesitate which he notes, but tell him how things are truly going. Difficult.
I explain how I'm in the popular crowd, and he's not. I tell him about our fights and how we forget about the fight and get back with each other- without ever coming to a conclusion about our fight.
He reminds me that it's not healthy- which everyone has told me already.
But we keep crawling back to the other. Tonight we are getting dinner and hanging out at his place for a bit.
Owens takes me back down to the basement to exercise my powers since I can't anywhere else. But every time we get to the bottom floor and that elevator door swings open. Something in my body, in the darkest parts of my soul is telling me to go left. Screaming at me to go left, but like every time Owen ushers me right.
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"Hey Princess," Eddie opens his front door with a playful smile as he hooks his arms around my waist and pulls me in for a deep kiss. I thought he would be mad with me. Mad that we rarely talk in school, and neither one of us eats lunch with the other. He sticks to his crowd and I stick to mine. It's like we are each others little secret that everyone knows about.
He lets me go after he drags me inside and I almost drop our food with that powerful of a kiss. He swipes the food bags out of my hands and takes it into the kitchen. "So I get you tonight and Sunday?" He asks.
"Sadly, this week yes." I admit and take a seat on his couch. I fix my heather green skirt and light cream colored sweat shirt. "Next week hopefully will be different."
He glances up to me before he grabs some plates and distributes the food.
"Did you decide about taking that other job?"
"The one at the community center?" I ask.
He nods and brings the plates in the room.
"I want to do it, but my schedule is already so crazy. Now with this whole choir thing and with cross country meets coming." I told him the other day as he walked me to my car after school about my schedule change. He looked proud and impressed, and dipped me down into a kiss. Lately things have gotten back to normal with us. No fighting, but we also haven't really seen each other or had sex in over two weeks.
