Sally & Jackson

Chapter 9

I guess Oscar Wilde was onto something when he said, "There seemed to be something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance."

It's been two days—no texts, no calls, nothing. She's been radio silent. I'd gone to the roof occasionally to see if she'd show up, but she never did. I had gone and ruined one of the best things in my life. Now here I was, seated in the cafeteria, with all the noise.

I stared down at my phone, silently praying for her to finally reply to my texts, but it was all in vain. I chewed my lower lip as I put the phone away.

"Psst." The sound came from somewhere behind me, and I wondered if someone was trying to call me. Maybe not.

"Psst" Again?

"Psst"

I guess third time's the charm. I turned over to find a familiar pair of brown eyes staring at me.

"Hey." He waved with a smile on his face. I was taken aback by his gesture. I mean, he was definitely talking to me and all, but I just couldn't remember who he was.

So, the only polite thing to do is probably wave back. "Hey"

"You don't remember me, do you?" He pointed out as he sat opposite me.

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I don't"

I was definitely in shock by him sitting here. Can he not take a hint?

He chuckled. "It's okay. When I found you, you were probably concussed from your fall of the bicycle."

When he said "fall" and "bicycle," that rang a bell.

"Asher?" I asked.

He flashed me a reassuring smile. "You got it right."

"Nice to see you again." I turned back to my phone. This was a lost cause already. I had no idea what classes she took or where her locker is.

"You okay?"

"Umm...Yeah." I hesitated. "I'm just having troubles of the heart."

"You know you can always show up at her house or something like that."

Showing up at her house was definitely a bad idea. I know I wouldn't want someone who just kissed and basically ruined our friendship to show up at my door, but I'd definitely like it if things could just go back to how they were. An idea popped up in my head.

"Lightbulb!" I gasped. I heard Asher chuckle behind me. "You're a funny one."

"A funny one," I mocked him, and he laughed. "I'm going to need your bicycle."

"Wait what??" He gasped. "No. Have you seen the way you ride a bike? Not worth the risk."

"Remember when I helped you with your test." I hardly remember it, but he seems to have that memory burned into his memory. "It's time to return the favor."

He rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat. "Fine. Just don't ruin it."

"How will I know which ones are yours?"

"Mine has a splash of green."

"Thanks." I tried to get up, but he held me back down.

"Are you planning on sneaking out?"

As if on cue, the school bell rang.

"Yep," I answered as I grabbed the keys and left.

I took out my phone and dialed Sally's number. I had exhausted my patience with the texts.

"What do you want, stalker?" She called me "Stalker." That had to be a good sign.

"Meet me at the park. Where I fell?"