Chapter 8-Herself, Her Tears And A Tragic Memory
I knew no matter how much I tried asking her, bribing her to give an explanation, threaten to kill her if she doesn't give an explanation, she wouldn't be fazed, she wouldn't answer in hopes of not making me worry about her. The problem was, that no matter her good intentions, I still was worried sick about my best friend.
We were walking side by side down the hallway heading to our first class, Vicky usually walked me to french, I liked to think that she just enjoyed walking me to class, but the bitter truth is that she was just stalling as much as she could before going to her first class. I came to a halt once a thought crossed my mind.
How could I be so stupid? How could I forget?
"I'm so sorry" I whispered pulling Vicky in a tight hug.
How could I forget what yesterday was? It was the anniversary of Vicky's parents tragic accident, that was the day my best friend's world came crumbling down right before her eyes. How could I be so selfish and be so focused on stupid interviews when my best friend needed me the most? I can't help but blame myself, I imagine her lying lonely in her cold bed, rewinding the memories of that day, with no one by her side to rub her back soothingly or whisper in her ears comforting words, no one to hold her.
It was just herself, her tears and a tragic memory.
She didn't say anything, she just wrapped her arms around me hugging me back, making me even more guilty to know that she must've needed that hug yesterday, but I was just a little too late. If I could just take back time, I would've done so many things, change some choices I made and just tried to make it right. But that's the thing about time, it's deceiving and two faced, the memories you make either makes you happy or sad, but you can never take them back or relive them. They'll just always be there haunting you, reminding you of lost time and things you could never take back or change.
French wasn't that interesting, I was mostly just zoning out, no matter how much I tried to focus, I simply just couldn't. I could feel Colton's gaze on me the whole time, at any other day I would most probably feel uncomfortable, but the thing was that I didn't care. I felt so gloomy and down, it's something you feel when you know your best friend is feeling terrible, I don't know about you, but that's just how I am.
Of course after class Colton decided to corner me and bombard me with so many questions that if I was interrogated would've been much easier.
"Why didn't you come yesterday? Why weren't you paying attention during class? Why were you zoned out the whole time? Are you okay? Is something wrong? Do you wanna go home? Cause I could take you home-"
As much as it was cute how much he cared, I still kinda wanted to put an end to this never ending interrogation. I just simply placed a hand over his shoulder so he'd shut up before finally deciding to answer his questions.
"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong, Colton" I said trying my best to pull a convincing smile.
"Are you sure?" He asked pursing his lips.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I promise"
It's not me who's not fine...
"I just had an interview yesterday and have one tomorrow morning, so I'm kinda stressed out I guess. But I'm fine, don't worry"
"You had an interview yesterday and I didn't see it?" His shoulders slumped.
"Don't worry, you haven't missed anything, it's the same ol' questions of every other interview. I gotta go now, I don't wanna run late to drama, I don't think the teacher would like that..."
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