Galaxies

Lunch

London.

I sat in physics, stressing over how to tell Blade I was leaving. I had decided during the week prior that I would be graduating a year early, to  go to college. I hadn't told Ryan, I figured Blade should be the first to know.

I hastily took notes as my friend, Kaylee, blabbed in my other ear about God knows what.

"And then Joey was like 'she totally wouldn't do that' but I know she totally would ya know? And Steph thinks she did cuz she was sooo stoned on Saturday and I mean you could hear them from Long Island. And then... Hey, London, are you listening?"
"Hmm?" I responded.
"Do you think Mason and Lexi... Ya know..."
"Oh, definitely," I said sarcastically.
"You don't care."
"Not in the slightest."
"Ugh. Come on, redcoat."

I rolled my eyes and mentally cursed Blade.

"Only Blade is allowed to call me that." I growled.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she responded.
"Seriously." I said with a glare.
"Oh, gawd, lighten up. Honestly you'd think you and Blade are dating or something."
"Oh, shut up. You know we aren't."

People said Blade and I were dating all the time. A ton of people thought she was a lesbian. She obviously wasn't. I think I would know if my best friend is gay. Sure, there were things she didn't think I knew that I knew, like how she got stoned as hell and went out with that band of idiots. I didn't mind all that much. She could run her own life. I had mine.

Still, I worried about her reaction to my leaving. I knew she needed me. We needed each other.

The bell rung, and I packed my things and quickly left. My next two periods were slow, and then lunch came. I walked as fast as I could to Blade's black Camaro, which she was already sitting on the hood of, chomping away at a sandwich. I smiled as I sat next to her, and she said something with her mouth full that I couldn't understand.

"What was that?" I giggled.
"'Ello, dear."
"Hi"
"You know, I really like that shirt."
"So do I."
"It brings out the color in your eyes," she said, mocking a French accent.

I laughed, and then thought that just for a moment, maybe she is gay.

I pushed the thought from my mind as Blade began to talk about her crazy uncle, who had tried to steal hubcaps from his own car. I laughed at the story, and noticed Blade's cheeks turn slightly pink for a moment.

We spent the rest of lunch making jokes about how stupid the jocks were (even though Ryan was one of them). Blade gave me a brief hug before we parted for our afternoon classes.

I didn't want to let go of her, knowing I wouldn't be getting many more of her hugs.