Never Again

Chapter 11

It has been days since Wendy and I confronted. I messaged her again and again after that night, in every hour passing by I keep informing her about what's happening inside the classroom and of course thoughts about bringing the old us.

But in every message left unread, my hopes are collapsing like a house of cards blown by the wind. I don't know how to wake her up, I don't know how to bring the old her because one thing is for sure, it's impossible.

"Thinking about her again?" Vera tapped me in the shoulder and gave a warm smile.

I nodded with a sad smile in my face. I can see sympathy in Vera's eyes that I almost tear up again, gosh I really hate crying in class because I'm sure it'll be a hot topic not only inside the room but in the whole batch since Wendy and I are known for being best buds since the world began. And now, we're almost broken, I just won't admit.

"It's okay. Cry if you feel like crying, I'm here." I heard her whisper again.

Well thank you for messing up my mascara I've done for almost 15 minutes. I closed my eyes and hugged Vera tight I can hear my sobs and I really hate myself for that. Vera kept on tapping me at the back and she kept on saying things will be okay soon, her voice is so reassuring I want to believe her.

"Are you okay?"

"Gosh is it because of Wendy again?"

"Is she okay? Maybe she need more time to be alone."

I can hear them murmuring all around me. I knew this would happen, everybody circling around me and tapping me on the back saying the same words to comfort me, but I'm afraid none of them is working. I kept on crying until Professor Taylor step inside the room.

I opened my eyes and felt the warm tears on my cheeks, I don't want Professor Taylor to see me like this, swollen eyes with smudged mascara. I kept my head down searching for a handkerchief in my bag and suddenly Hunter gave his handkerchief from the back and nodded at me like saying "Use this cry baby."

I grabbed the hanky and wiped my face out. I know I really need to take a quick visit in the rest room to fix myself, but everything happened quickly.

"Class, I know there are lots of struggles this year, right?" Fuck Professor Taylor, I'm trying to hold my tears so stop stabbing me again.

"Your friends might transfer to another school like what happened to Leslie and Wendy –" fuck I can feel my tears again streaming down my cheeks. I squeezed my hand to stop myself from crying and sobbing.

"But let us understand them okay? People are temporary after years or months of being together, you'll all separate. What matters most are the times you've spent together, the memories you've shared and the gift of having them as your friend." The room is quiet and Professor Taylor's voice is echoing inside, like stabbing me with her words in and out I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I squeezed more until I saw blood in my hand, my heart is shattering to pieces as I remember those times doing stupid things with Wendy, my eyes are swelling with tears and now my hand is bleeding. Great

"Let's set aside those heart breaking moments in our lives, shall we? Let us remember even if this class lost two bright students, Hunter and Vera joined our team. Let us be grateful that in every lost, there is a gift of anew. And let me introduce to you all, another young lad will join our team, let us welcome Mr. Luke Smith, your new classmate." Professor Taylor began clapping and so the whole class as well, except for me.