Sunday School

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Let's skip the days, shall we?

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

Saturday

Sunday...

Sunday morning. I woke up at 7.00. I brushed my teeth and took a bath. It was sunday. I was going out for Sunday school. I was meeting Bryan that day. I was happy and nervous at the same time.

You might be wondering, where the heck is Jonah? Yeah. That was what I asked myself before. Where is Jonah? He never text or call me. He never send me a message on Facebook. Nothing. It was like he vanished.

I should've broke up with him earlier but I couldn't. I still don't know what makes me to hold on in that relationship that I had with Jonah. Yes, he was my first boyfriend, my first kiss but I realized, he was not treating me right. He was not treating me the way he should be treating me as his girlfriend.

Jonah would be there with me but he would disappear the next day. How twisted is that? I couldn't understand. I felt that he was hiding something from me. Something that he never told me. Something that I found out later.

My dad sent me to the Parish Hall where my Sunday school was. I got out from the car and entered the parish hall. I saw no signs of Bryan there. He wasn't there yet. I went to my class but there was no one there. So I went out.

It was 7.30. Still early for a class to start. The teacher was not there yet. I sat on the staircase and I waited for Vanessa and Arabella to come.

I looked at my watch, 7.35.

Five minutes had passed.

I saw Vanessa's car from far. She arrived. She made her way to where I was sitting.

"Ellie!"

"Hi Vanessa"

I stood up and we headed inside the parish hall. Still there were no teachers. We went outside again. We waited for Arabella.

"Jess! Allyson! Debra! Over here! She waved at Jess, Debra and Allyson.

Jess was the girl that went to the Greyson Chance's concert with Vanessa and Debra. Allyson didn't followed them because she had to attend a wedding.

They waved back at Vanessa. They sat with us on the staircase. "Who are you guys waiting for? Jess asked us. Then Vanessa said, "Arabella".

I looked at my watch again, 7.50. Still no sign of Arabella. I glanced to my left and I saw....

Bryan...

Bryan....

Bryan...

He was there. He just walked passed me. I saw him with this familiar looking guy and it was Tyler. "They're friends?" I thought. What a small world. I could see them talking and Bryan was looking at my direction. What were they talking about?

Then Arabella reached the parish hall. We stood up and headed to our class. I was in the same class with Arabella and Debra. Vanessa and Allyson was in the same class while Jess was in a different class.

We reached our class and I saw familiar faces from last year. We sat at the front row. I could sense that everyone was looking at us. We were last to enter the class. The teacher was there. We prayed before starting the lesson. Then after praying, the teacher started talking about the Bible. I was focus at first then I saw a bunch of guys entering the class.

It was Bryan, Tyler and their friends. I guess they always entered the class late. The sunday class ended so we prayed before leaving. Everyone headed out from the class quickly after the closing prayer. Arabella and Debra and I were always the last one.

We left the class and headed out the parish hall. There were many people outside. Some were standing and some were sitting on the staircases.

Still was on my mind,"Where did Bryan go?" I wanted to searched for Bryan but I couldn't because my friends didn't know about Bryan that time.

Unexpectedly, I got a text. You guessed it right, it was Bryan.

"El. Meet me at the back of the building :) "

I stood up then, "Where are you going?" Vanessa was curious. I was thinking that moment what should I tell her. Then I said,"Somewhere. I'll be right back"

I walked faster than I normally do. I walked to the back of the building and there he was, sitting on the staircase. He was waiting for me. "Hi Bryan"

"Hi Ellie" He replied. He continued,"Sit beside me"

I sat beside him on the staircase. Wow. It was the first time I was that close with him. We were just sitting on the staircase. Bryan was texting someone. Then he reached for something inside his pocket and it was a box of cigarettes.

He pulled out one cigarette. He smoked in front of me. 

"Smoking is bad for your health". I told him. I tried not to breathe as much because of the smokes surrounding me.

Then he said, "I know but I can't stop. I'm addicted to it"

I was feeling uncomfortable because he was smoking and I don't like smokers. I tried to keep calm and act cool.

"You're friends with Allyson they all?"

I didn't know at first that he knows Allyson and her friends. I was clueless that time.

"Yeah. You know them too?" I asked him.

"Well. Kinda. Allyson was my friend's ex. So yeah"

Allyson had many exes. I mean that's what I know.

"Oh. Wow" I replied.

"Yeah. Really awkward". He was still smoking cigarette. We talked and talked then suddenly my phone rang. I took my phone from my handbag and it was, Mom.

Mom calling...

I answered the phone. All I heard was my mom was mad at me for not waiting at the usual place where my dad usually drop me. She told me to go there quickly and that they were waiting for me. Shit. I had to go. I stood up and then I said, "Sorry, Bryan. I have to go now. My parents is waiting for me infront" I was unhappy because I had to leave early.

Bryan stood up and said, "Oh. Okay. Bye El" He hugged me.

Bryan hugged me. "Whoa" I thought. That was weird and awkward. 

I said "Bye" I love when he hugs me. I still remember it. Ahhhh. Memories.

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Dear B, why i can't seem to get you off my mind? I still think about you. A month ago was the worst. I thought about you everyday. You never text me or call me anymore. Well duh of course, you have a girlfriend now. Why bother about me right? Sometimes I still think about you. I know I should not waste my time thinking about you but I can't help it. You're always on my mind. If only you knew, that I liked you. Not really liked, I still like you. A lot. 

El

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