It's My Crazy Life

Chapter Fourteen

Bag hanging loosely over my right shoulder and a bunch of scripts in my hands, I was walking, lost in my thoughts, making my way towards the club.

Lifting my head and looking around, seems like a nice day to me today. Wind has a blissful calmness to it and the kids loitering around added to the cheerful atmosphere of the day.

"Hey, Hannah. Stop!" I turned around and saw our academic head girl approaching me.

"I was looking for you." Samantha approached me, looking all her usual serious self. And for a while I just stood at my place still, waiting for what she has to say.

"Well, Miss Johnson is asking for the CD." This girl is always so to the point and no shit. No greetings and nothing.

When she talks, it means business. And it is so damn unnerving to me.

"What kind of CD?" I ask her, not quite relating to which CD she is asking for.

"CD with the dancing track on it. The one you edited along with James the previous week. You have it, right?" She had this skeptical look on her face, which I am sure was a replica of my own.

Which on hand made me really think again deeply on about what CD she is talking about.

"Oh that one! I have it. Sorry I forgot about it. Wait a minute, it must be in my bag." She actually waited for me patiently, while I took all the time in the world for opening my bag and searching around through the items and finally finding the damn CD in between my notebook. Why do I have to take the responsibility of keeping all the important things to myself?

"Well, here you go."I passed her the CD and walked along with her, making our way towards the drama club together, in silence. Yup silence. She doesn't talk much. Or at all...

"So how are you feeling now?" She asked me out of no where and I had to look at her properly to make sure that those words that I heard, actually have come out of her mouth. Is she the one asking me? Yes, I guess so.

"I guess, fine." I tried to smile a bit for my sake and was glad she reciprocated it. That's a record.

"So today is dance practice?" I tried to small talk.

"Yeah. Miss Johnson said David needs all the practice that he can get in this limited time period. Since Michael got his leg injured and bailed on us at the last moment."

"Oh yeah.." Wait a minute. Something is...strange. I side glanced at her and did a double take, surprised by what I was seeing. She kept on talking and I couldn't stop myself from noticing.

This better be a joke.

The way she kept on talking about David, and the kind of look she had, the change that occurred in the octave of her speech, made me do a third take on her face and what I saw there, was something I was so use to watching on my best friend's face. A best friend, who at present seems to be angry with me.

Oh no!!!

That same dreamy look, that exactly same expression, that same goofy smile permanently stick to her sides...and this time it's for David.