Need You Now (Watty Awards 2014)

Chapter 20

  When they were done sucking faces, Eddie's eyes met mine. I closed my slightly opened jaw and swallowed the huge lump. His eyes read guilt, loss, saddness, and appology. My eyes read hatred, heartbreak and saddness. I guess that answers my question. He never loved me. 

        It took a few seconds for me to get myself together and break the awkward stare between us. I grabbed Chelseas arm, lifted my head in confidence and we walked silently to the cafeteria. 

"Are you okay?" Chelsea whispers as we sit down with our food. I stuck out my tounge playfully at Jacob for stealing my spot. Instead of fussing at him like everyday for doing that i let him snuggle next to Erin. God, they were adorable. It made my heart hurt. That could have been Eddie and I. I feel tears come to my eyes. I look at Chelsea with a sad smile. "I'll be okay. At least i know he never cared. I was wrong about him," I said. 

"Now do you really believe that? He did care about you, Sarbear! He cared enough to be there for you when you didn't even want him to!" Chelsea agrued. I glared at her. 

"And look at the coincidence! Now when i want him to be around, he isn't here," I said, tears starting fall as i threw my lunch away and put my head down. Jacob rubbed my back and offered me a tissue. 

"I know tons of guys who would die to be with you, Sar," He whispered. I smile at him and wipe my eyes. "Thank you."  At that, lunch was over and i wanted to disappear because the next class i had was with the person that caused my heart to hurt. Eddie. 

             I took my seat silentley as i burried my face in my hair to keep him from seeing my face. I didn't want to see him. I wanted for him to disappear. I wanted to disappear. 

       The class seemed to go on forever. No eye contact was made and it was completely silent. But i guess its better than him trying to talk to me. "Sarah?" Eddie whispered, trying to get my attention. Spoke too soon. I ignored him. If he was going to shunn me and push me out of his life, then i should do the same. Why would he care about me? He had Stacy. 

"Sarah, can you talk to me?" That comment made me whip my head around. My icey stare made him gulp in fear for what i was about to say. The inside of me giggled. 

"Why should I?" I hissed, knowing he wouldn't be able to give me an answer. He sat there pestering, trying to figure out an answer, his mouth opening and closing. "That's what i thought," I added, the same time the bell rang. I grabbed my books and left, not even looking back. 

"What the hell was that?" Chelsea asked, looking back at Eddie who was still sitting at our lap table, shocked at my words. "Nothing. I'll tell you later." I mumbled as we kept on walking. 

       I rolled my eyes in disgust as Markis walked up to Chelsea and kissed her straight on the lips. Not like a cute peck but a a huge make-out kiss. Nasty, and awkward. Chelsea let go quickly, knowing how awkward i feel around them. I have learned to live with them being together but its pretty difficult with them being so slutty with each other all the time. God i can only imagine what their like when they're alone. I shake the nasty image out of my head. "Hey Sarah! You doing okay squirt?" Markis asked, squeezing my shoulder. I give him a tight grin. "Don't call me squirt. I'm a month older than you so i should be calling you that. And i'm fine, thanks for asking," I replied arragently as Chelsea glared at me for being rude. I'm sorry but he gets on my last nerve. 

           Since i have my own, perfect, little red convertable, Markis walks with Chelsea to his motorcycle. God, that thing makes me so nervous. 

"Sarah? Sarah Thompson? Is that you?" A strange but familiar voice asked behind me. I turned around to see a tall, gorgeous, tan hotty standing behind me. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown and his smile glows. His dark hair is short and spikey and as Taylor would say it, "He's yummy!" . 

         I give him a confused look. How the hell does he know my name. "I'm sorry do i know you?" I ask, crossing my arms as he lets out a laugh. God, his smile glows. 

"Its me! Eric! Eric Richards? I used to live next door to you!" He replied, his face lightened up. I laugh because honestly he just so darn cute it hurts. I remember a little boy waving to me through my closet window and we would throw paper airplanes back and forth when i was locked in my closet or my room. I also remember running away to his house when i was 10. Robert had just died and i was scared. We watched disney movies and played house all night. That is, until my mom picked me up. It all came back to me and i got cold sweat on the back of my neck and bile rose. "Hey, are you okay?" 

I shook myself out of it. I hate those memories. But i love the ones where i was with Eric. We stayed best friends until my mother would no longer let me out of the house. At age 13, we just lost touch. God, i missed him. I gave him a huge smile and i suprised myself by wrapping my arms around him and giving him a squeeze. I felt him laugh and hug me back. "Wow, i haven't seen you in so long!!" I laughed, my insides doing somersults. I thought i would have never seen him again.