Irish Luck

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

"I'll see you third period," Niall said, kissing my cheek. I blushed as he walked in the other direction.

I continued to try and find Tommie. It was a regular Tuesday morning, and I was still in a sleepy daze. Once I finally found her, she seemed to have turned and walk faster. I was confused, was she mad at me? When we both sat at our seats, she wouldn't even look at me.

"Tommie? Is everything OK?" I asked her, puzzled.

Her head was sill turned away from mine, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Is something bothering you?" I asked, trying to get a glimpse of her face.

"No, no, everything is fine. I'm fine," she said, almost snapping but calming herself down.

I decided to ignore the problem and continue on with class and when the bell rang, she ran out faster than ever. I went over the last few days in my mind to see if I had upset her in anyway but I couldn't find a problem.

The day went on and it was time for third period French with Niall. As I approached the door, there was a note that read: "Mrs. Dubois is absent today, all 3rd, 5th and 7th period classes are to go to study hall".

Just as I finished reading the note, Niall popped out of no where, "Hi love!"

"Oh hey, we have study hall," I said, then kissing him lightly.

We made our way to the library and I saw Tommie in the hall. I went to wave to her, but she quickly put her head down and walked faster. I frowned and Niall noticed.

"Is everything okay between you and Tommie?" he asked.

"I don't know, she's ignoring me for some reason and I don't think I've done anything to upset her," I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, understanding, "Ask her next time you see her?"

"Okay, I'll ask her next period, we both have art."

We proceeded into the library, Niall holding the door open for me. We escaped to the place we always sit, the back hidden by the biology and chemistry textbooks. I really couldn't get Tommie off of my mind. Besides my cousins, and Niall, she was my only true friend here. I tried to brush it off and continue starting my homework, but as always, Niall read my mind.

"Don't worry about it, love. I'm sure she'll get over it," he said, patting my knee.

"I sure hope so."

***

"Tommie?" I called to her as we walk into art class. She was 5 feet in front of me and I needed to know why she wasn't talking to me.

"Okay, I need to talk to you, and I've been trying to figure out how to say it all day and..." She finally said, talking quickly and not making eye contact.

"Tommie, are you breaking up with me?" I asked, jokingly.

"I kissed Niall!" she said, finally looking at my face.

My jaw fell to the floor, and quickly closed again. I suppressed my anger to think rationally, "You're joking. This is all some prank and it's not true." I tried to laugh it off, but she still had guilt written all over her.

"No, I'm not. But before you get mad, I can expl--" Tommie spoke quickly, trying not to upset me. Too late.

"You what?! How could you do this to me?! What on earth could possibly make you think that that was OK?!" I said, whisper-screaming.

"I was having a tough time, and he's such a good listener, and I had had feelings for him before he even knew you!" she tried to explain.

"You could have talked to ME about any problems you're having! And if you had feelings for him, then why were you dating that tall, ginger guy I saw you with?! And why didn't you tell me?!" I spurted out, "Actually, don't answer that. I don't care, because you obviously don't care about me."

I walked to the other side of the room away from Tommie, and she didn't argue. I guess she knew me well enough to know I needed to cool off, but she didn't know that I didn't like it when people kissed my boyfriend. What kind of a kiss was it anyway? A peck or passionate?

And why did Niall lie to me and tell me he had no idea about why Tommie wouldn't speak to me?  

***

When the bell rang, I didn't go to study hall. I didn't wait for Niall and walk hand in hand with him to the library. Instead, I sprinted out of the room and into the nearest girls room, and cried. I spent majority of the period crying about how I was just cheated on. I thought this would be nothing like my past relationship, I mean Derek didn't cheat, but what he did was... indescribably awful.

When there was still about 15 minutes left in the period, and I still crying in the second to last stall, someone walked in. I was midd-sniffle when I heard the door open and close. I tried to become as quiet as possible, lifting my legs onto the toilet seat and hugging them close to my body. I heard clicking of heels on the tile floor, so I knew it was a teacher.

There was a swift knock on the stall door, "Hello? Are you alright in there?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I said quickly, accidentally sniffling again as a reflex to stop the dripping sorrow.

"Kennedy? Is that you?" she said again. I started to recognize the voice as one of my own teachers.

I opened the stall door to reveal Mrs. Walsh on the other side, "Hi Mrs. Walsh." I quickly put my head down.

"What's wrong sweetheart? What class are you missing?" she asked, putting one of her arms around me. She passed me a paper towel from the dispenser to her right.

"Nothing's wrong, and I have study hall now," I said, taking the towel and still not making eye contact.

"Talk to me," she said in a hushed tone.

I decided to spill, "I just found out my boyfriend kissed my best friend. Or my best friend kissed my boyfriend... I don't even know, I just know it happened because she admitted it to me last period and I've been in here crying for a half hour."

"Oh, honey," she said, rubbing my back, "I think you should talk to him about it. It seems like you don't know the full story, so ask him what happened calmly. Communication is key in relationships."

She was right, I didn't know what happened. Maybe she just randomly kissed him and he tried pulling out of her evil grip. Or... maybe he initiated it... I have to talk to him about it.Just then, the bell rang.

"Thank you for the advice, Mrs. Walsh," I said, picking up my bag.

"No problem! The next time you're having trouble, I don't teach a class 5th period," she suggested, "Where are you going for lunch?"

It just occurred to me that I couldn't eat with Niall because I was mad at him, and I couldn't sit with Tommie either, "Um, I'll make friends?"

"Nonsense, come to my room and eat lunch with me."  

***

The day went by, Niall never leaving my mind (like always). When I went to 8th period, global history with Mrs. Walsh, and Niall, I greeted Mrs. Walsh with a friendly smile and ignored Niall. I guess she knew that it was Niall who I was talking about in the bathroom, because she changed my seat to the front of the class so I didn't have to sit next to him. The lesson continued normally, Niall not trying to get my attention. He always loved history, he wanted to pay attention. When the bell rang, I didn't bother going to Niall, I just proceeded out of the door.

"Hey babe," he said, running up behind me and trying to steal a kiss.

"We need to talk," I said emotionless, moving away from his face. We stopped down the hall from our classroom.

"Well, I guess I don't get a kiss..." He said jokingly.

"No, but Tommie does, doesn't she?"