Remember Me

Twenty

After Rachel became oddly kind-hearted, around a week ago, we've been spending a lot of time together. Hazel has grown to love Rachel too. Noah and I are still fighting and not fighting and I think I'm giving up on every hope I could muster that one day, just maybe, we could at least be stable friends. He hated me for a while for accepting Rachel into my world just as he was pushing her out of it. But we made a deal that whenever Rachel came for a bit, I had to tell him beforehand so he could flee.

I also got an avalanche of cushions thrown on me by Noah and his friends (which made me fall to the ground, if you can take in such weakness) for the whole mum prank, which embarrassed him strongly.

"So, you and Travis are still going strong?" I ask, like every time I see my best friend.

Hazel gleefully nods as she does the makeup of Rachel for practice. I refused, as I had work of my own to do. Rachel wasn't in college as she said she was happy with what she was doing at the moment, so she was being Hazel's make-up model for the time being. We were sat in my bedroom, me at my laptop as I wrote an essay for college, Hazel on the floor with a paraphernalia of makeup splayed across the wooden ground.

Rachel was sat in front of Hazel, just talking with us whilst trying to move her lips the least she could muster.

"Yeah," Hazel sheepishly gushes, going scarlet in the face. "he got me flowers the other day."                   I laugh. "I know. I ruined the first bouquet he bought for you by plummeting into them one morning."   Hazel scoffs. "Of course you did, you clumsy article."

It was true. I was the clumsiest person in the entire world. Once, I was walking around my secondary school's canteen when I spotted my crush at the time. His name was Liam, for your information. I was so zoned out by seeing the curly haired cutie that I ran into the school's queen-bee and I got chicken soup all down my Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt.

Liam saw, took a video of me running from the canteen in flusters with Hazel chasing after me with a wad of tissue squares. Within days I went viral on Facebook. I then decided that I'd never go back to school, and I wasn't so keen on Liam anymore.

"Don't bring up the chicken soup." I holler as Hazel's red lips open to speak.                                         "Aww..." Hazel pouts whilst she fills in Rachel's eyebrows.                                                                                           "I want to know about the chicken soup; whatever it is!" Rachel exclaims.                                                          "Argh!" I put my face into my hands with shame.

***

Half an hour later, Rachel was still in peals of laughter at the viral video and the story itself. All of a sudden, the door opens. Noah stood there. "Oh – you have company. Never mind."                               "What is he doing here?" Rachel asks. She's finding the whole thing just as awkward as Noah is. "You said he was out."

"I live here!" Noah shouts, smirking. "Are you watching the chicken-girl video?"

"Yeah," Hazel laughs, not mentioning it was me to my relief. I don't know how he hasn't caught on by the amount of tags that were there with my name on.                                                                                                     "That girl is seriously an idiot." Noah shakes his head. "Obviously she's like a school in July... No class!"

"I do so have class!" I shout at the top of my lungs, standing up. I can deal with shame, with embarrassment, but not with Noah Dillon taunting me.