Wendy's Mirror

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"WHAT'S SHE GOING TO DO when she wants to head out and realizes that she left her car key with you?" I amusedly asked Scarlett as we stepped out of the lecture hall.

"She might as well get a new car."

We laughed, walking down the hallway that led to the entrance of the building. I tilted my gaze to the area I had seen him twice before and surely enough, Adrian was standing there, conversing with Carlos. It seemed that I was the reason he had been covering his face with a nose mask all the while because today he was not wearing one.

"What's that?" Scarlett asked as she noticed that my attention was divided.

"Just my former coworker," I said, tilting my gaze forward again as we walked past him and out of the faculty building.

It was Thursday, exactly one week since Thomas broke up with me. The wound he had cut into my heart was still fresh and it hurt deep down like the breakup happened yesterday. I knew quite alright that I wasn't supposed to feel that way at all. He was a stupid guy for cheating on me and he didn't deserve me, nor my feelings. But what was I supposed to do when I had blindly established love in all his lies?

"You've started working on your design, right?" Scarlett suddenly popped up the question.

"Who told you that? It was Samantha, wasn't it? That gossip."

She laughed, "Just answer the question."

"I have. I've not started sewing anything yet but I finalized the design sketch yesterday."

She smiled as we walked out of the college building, "When you build up your fashion business, employ me into a very high seat."

"Shouldn't you be walking towards establishing one of your own?" I laughed.

"I'd rather let you do all the work."

I breathed out another laugh, "Cheapskate."

I shifted my gaze to the far end of my Northeast and there he was, laughing heartily with Serena Landore. White, five-foot-seven, cheerful; She was the exact opposite of who I was and I wondered if she was the type of girl he had wanted from the start.

His right arm wrapped around her waist as she sat on the balcony of the second floor, while he stood in front of her- specifically between her thighs.

As I stared at his face to remind myself of how he looked, I noticed a little band-aid on his cheek. I thought that was the only injury he had incurred but then again, there was a dark-blue cast around his left arm which helplessly clung by him. I just knew for sure that those were my three musketeers' signatures. I snickered.

Scarlett traced my gaze, then turned to stare at me, "His microwave fell on his arm when Samantha flung it away. It wouldn't be that painful, would it? He's just overreacting."

I burst into laughter as Scarlett said that.

"We didn't even touch him. We just broke his things and ran off."

"Did you break the little framed picture of me and him?" I asked, a little tense, "It was on his study desk."

Scarlett stared randomly as she pondered, "I think so."

"Scarlett, I bought that frame with my money!" I yelled, smiling in contrast as we walked towards the school gates.

"I didn't break it. It was uhm..."

She stared at me and smiled, "How much was it?"

I smiled back, amused by her, "Forget it. Instead, give me your setting spray. Mine sucks."