Escape {COMPLETE}

~Chapter Two~

"Hannah?" Erin's confused voice echoed against the tiled bathoom walls. "Uh..." I stammered. I didn't want to tell her about it. What if she thought I was crazy? It was probably nothing, anyway...right? "What are you still doing in here? Our food just got here! Come on," She chuckled and grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the bathroom. I went along with it, walking alongside her to our booth.

"It's about time you got back here, I was starting to think you hurt yourself!" Nick laughed as I slid into the booth and Patrick slid back in after me. "Oh, shut up!" I shoved the memory of those eyes out of my head as I growled that joking gesture.

Patrick started to laugh. "Well, she is accident-prone!" Erin giggled from across from me. "I am not!" I cried, my voice rising at least three octaves. They all started laughing harder. "Oh, whatever!" I spat, waving my arm in the air...I tend to, as they say, 'talk with my hands'. I hit my wrist on the wall and caught my breath, choking back a loud "OW!!"

They laughed even harder.

"You guys are heartless!" I cried, digging into my giant plate of french fries. French fries are my weakness...I'm obviously not a health-freak.

We ate our food, carrying on conversation to conversation. We started out talking about school, then what jobs we wanted when we were older, then, for some reason, favorite songs. Once we had finished our food, we split the bill and walked out. We stood around the parking lot for a while.

"Hey, guys, wanna invite a few friends out here and just chill for a while?" I asked, a rather girly chuckle following, if I do say so myself. Nick couldn't resist the opportunity. He used his generic 'teenage girl' voice and copied me, "Hey, guys, wanna, like, invite a few friends out here and just, like, chill for a while?" He looked up and waved his hand through the air; like a true girly girl. The kind you see in movies. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, can it, Nicholas." I murmured, laughing and hitting his shoulder.

"Sure!" Erin actually answered the question, her voice sweet and bubbly, as usual. "What about Rachel?" Patrick looked at me. "And Connor?" I looked at Patrick. "And Deanna?" Erin looked at the stars. "And Sean!" Patrick replied, "Sure!" and smiled. But me and Nick just looked at them like they were crazy. You see, me and Nick each have a little history with Sean....

In fourth grade, Nick and Sean were mortal enemies. Nick hated the way Sean would act; cocky, arrogant, self-centered. He hadn't changed a bit when I met him.

I met Sean in seventh grade. We sat beside each other, due to the seating chart, in our first hour class. He would always crack jokes and not do what he was told. When asked later about it, he said, "I'm a bad boy!" and I laughed in his face. But that's beside the point. He fell for me but I didn't feel the same way, typical heartbreaking love story. So, I decided to give the poor boy a chance. God, was that a mistake. Later that week, he found out that I didn't actually like him that way, so he thought it would be fun to sabatoge the relationship. He was a total ass! He would make fun of me, he would be rude, sarcastic, and a total JERK!

So, I dumped him on the seventh day, exactly one week of total hell. For the first two months, we had a love-hate relationship, as friends. I was the hate and he was the love. We would always tease each other. Not like me and Nick do, but like, insult-tease, during summer break. Then, three months after those first two months, I started to like him. Oh, the irony. He, of course, was completely willing, 'cause he had never stopped liking me in the first place. So, we dated for like, two days, until I broke up with him because I still liked Patrick. Then, the end of summer break rolled around and we fought more and more until finally I snapped.

I had had enough! Of all the stupid jokes, of all the insane fights, of all the things he'd done to me. So, I decided not to be friends with him in eighth grade. He didn't take it well. He kept trying to 'win me back over'. But, after a month of that, he'd given up and I'd lived peacefully without him in my life. As far as I was concerned, he was dead to me. Although, in the back of my head, there was always some guilt....